The power went out on Monday for about six hours, and it turns out six hours is exactly long enough for me to remember all the ways I’m grateful beyond reason for electricity.
Let’s start with the obvious. It’s hot. Not dead-heat-of-summer-melt-into-a-puddle hot, but hot enough for us to feel it when the A/C’s off. It gets stuffy. Uncomfortable. I have to close the blinds to keep out the afternoon sun, but that also closes out the birds and that’s no bueno.
Nothing brings reality crashing down like no running water. The first time this happened I was genuinely perplexed – power outages in the city have nothing to do with water, so why is my faucet dying? Turns out well water requires an electrical pump so no juice means no agua. Believe me, you haven’t lived until you’re toting jugs of water in from the garage to fill the toilet tanks. Bless.
No TV, no music, no video games – meh. But no blogging? (Okay, sure, that’s partly our fault because it’s the end of the billing cycle and we’ve burned through our data, but still.) I won’t lie, I was a little jittery. It didn’t help that T-man was all aflutter because “but gaming time!”
Complete and utter darkness. You can see a million stars where we live. It’s amazing, it’s breathtaking, and when the power’s out you suddenly know what it feels like to be trapped in an underground mine. I’m cool with flashlights and candles, but one of our crew has an issue with the dark. It’s complicated. Especially when it comes to simple stuff like walking down a pitch black hallway or navigating an inky bathroom. (Ahem.)