So, it seems the ‘Blackout of 2014’ has abated..for now. After a few days with no power, then rolling blackouts, it seems we’re almost back to normal. The blizzard conditions, the mountains of snow, then rain and now back to a frozen ice rink has left us all dazed and a bit disoriented, but with lights on in most places (AND THE MALL IS OPEN AND TIM’S IS SERVING COFFEE AGAIN. I AM SAVED!!), we are almost at that crucial I-am-so-over-this-blackout-shit and moving on. T-shirts with “I Survived the Blackout of 2014” are at the press right now.
School has been closed all week leaving us home with the youngins unschooled and wrangly and me not able to return to work until the building has been deemed acceptable to the sufficiently ‘warmed up’ stage. That leads me to believe that my office is currently suffering from an icicle apocalypse, frosted with ice as clear as glass and dangerously hanging low, ready to stab the innocent by-stander in the face. It stands to reason that my office is probably a danger zone for humans, so when the ice has melted to some degree, we can all return. Good. Otherwise, I could have used a random trash can as a hub for a latent bonfire…could have been epic. Anybody have any marshmallows? Wow. Now I want to go back. Just for the roasted marshmallows and the bonfire. We could sing songs…great start to a new year. Of course, the stabby icicles would start melting and falling downward at an alarming rate, sending everyone for cover and wondering if stabby-icicles are supposed to be here? Yeah.
The days have all melded together in what seems like a time-void. When the power goes out and one is sitting by candle light and attempting to read by the little book light that gives about as much light as a firefly, it really made me think about all those women in the ‘olden days’ who did this every bloody night for eternal years and years. Gawd. It’s all about what you’re used to folks, and unfortunately only the bold go forth and prosper…the rest of us plod on and read by crappy book lamps. Those ladies had serious fortitude and if not for their strength and endearing spirit to read by candlelight, stock the firewood, cook on the open hearth, we would not be sitting in front of our fires and wishing the internet would spring it’s lovely glow to light our internal world with news from the outside.
The days when kids sat in one room school houses with a pot-belly stove and slate boards for doing math are long gone, but I was thinking if the blizzard we had on Friday had happened a century ago, kids would still have walked to school, still have sat by the warmth of the pot-belly stove, still would have a teacher there to teach them their ‘lessons’ and still would have math homework. Progress?? Hmmmm….
So, as we sit and wait for further updates as to whether everybody will be plodding on to school and work tomorrow, savour your good fortune in being warm and having a light to read by. And do your math homework, will ‘ya? Geesh….