With all the construction going on in our neighborhood, blackouts and downed power lines have become a frequent occurrence. Last night was no exception. Just as we were settling in to write our post and watch a couple TiVo'ed shows, suddenly everything went dark...
A friend who lives near me made popcorn the old fashioned way, taking this picture with her IPhone lit by a flashlight
With no idea how long it would last, I had to rethink my evening. Luckily I had a stash of candles and a flashlight, a non-cordless land line phone, my iPhone was powered up and my stove is gas. I took a candlelit bath; I read a little bit, squinting in the sputtering light; dinner was a medley of foods that I was worried would spoil quickly without being refrigerated. It reminded me of when I first moved into my apartment. I couldn't coordinate my schedule with that of the Department of Water and Power, so I lived without electricity for a week. My days were dictated by the sun, I bought small amounts of food daily, if I missed a call I assumed that they'd call back. Somehow, even without all the conveniences, there was more time to think and accomplish things. There was no TV watching, so there was plenty of time for talking and I became well-acquainted with the traffic patterns in my apartment. It was a welcome slowing down from the normal frantic pace of life and now I feel truly rested, ready to start the week.
It makes me feel that I should make a habit of living without electricity every once and awhile.
What do you think?