It’s been a very November-like week, full of rain and wind and the coldest mornings yet this fall. Another storm was blowing yesterday as I headed into town for a late afternoon board meeting, the roads littered with little branches and tree debris flying.
About 10 minutes into our meeting, the power went out so by the time we gave up and called it an hour and a half later the world was utterly dark. I felt like an intrepid adventurer driving the 20 minutes home in the Geo. Of course it was the seductive kind of “adventure” where my car was working just fine and the roads were clear and there was no real danger, just the novelty of driving through the core of the downtown business district and out the highway, the roads mostly empty and town perfectly dark save the headlights. While dodging the occasional plastic barrel or bag of trash blowing down the road.
By the time I got home, I was a little disappointed to see that our lights were still on, so I opted for a fake power outage. The kind where you light a bunch of candles, but still cook dinner in the electric oven. Where you can sit in the candlelight and check email because the modem works just fine.
So we ate dinner with just candles and lingered over the conversation, musing just what it would have been like to live in the pre-electric days, how we really aren’t far removed from those days but it stretches our imagination.
Later when I was getting ready for bed, I took off my wool shirt and started to hang it back in the closet and noticed, for the first time, that the roasted veg and hummus wrap I had for dinner had dripped all down the front. And I do mean all. If I’m going to live without electricity, one of the first things I’m going to need is a bib.