entry 1: Good Intentions
It’s 12:35am on July 5th. Independence Day was officially yesterday. But a new day doesn’t begin for me until I have slept. I can assure you, I am not typing in my sleep.
To my surprise, I woke up rather late on this July 4th. After years of not sleeping through the night, my grounding sheets empowered a big time flex. I woke up at 11am. ELEVEN! I mean, talk about fashionably late! My body definitely needs extra rest right now. But, that is a subject for another day. Once my eyes finally sprung open, I noted a few things. First, through the slats of my bedroom shutters, it looked to be a gorgeous day. I was very pleased since I am “solar powered.” Excessive gray days really zap my energy. It's like my body goes into power-saving mode without my permission. That causes my system to glitch out. I also noticed that my house was very, very quiet. We are officially a household of four seniors. Crazy, but true. I love me a quiet house as much as the next person. I’m cautious before I let myself get excited though. I have to make sure the body count is still... you know, four. This excessively quiet morning made me a little nervous. The last thing I noted was that my ceiling fan was off. Odd. Really odd. It was really odd for a few reasons. One, who would turn it off? Did I do it and not remember?! #seniormoment? Two, how did I manage to sleep until 11am?! I wondered how long it had been off since I can’t sleep in a warm room. Three, did the fan being off have anything to do with the quiet house?
A quick look at my phone provided the answer. Our power was out. Estimated outage end: 2pm.
Then, 4pm.
Then, 8pm.
But, I digress.
Although we are four convenient minutes to Costco, our home is on property with a well. No electricity at our house means no well pump. No well pump means no water. An extended power outage doesn’t happen too often. It does happen with enough regularity to produce in me an appreciation for a) the rare experience of complete silence. No refrigerator humming. No television. Just a deeply gratifying quiet that allows the squirrel on the wheel of my brain to hop off and chill out for a minute, and b) modern conveniences that electricity makes possible. I am always alarmed and saddened at how utterly dependent we are on electricity. Call me soft, but I like being able to use a toilet that flushes. *shudder
The power was restored at 6:05pm. Our frozen foods are safe. Our sink full of dishes are now clean. We hodge-podged dinner. I needed my comfort food dinner: two fried eggs and white, sticky rice. It hit the spot. As I sat down to write this, I felt the need to eat something “healthy.” I opted to have one of my favorite apples: Cosmic Crisp. I don’t know who lost the memo, but my apple was neither cosmic, nor crisp. It was more of a Mealy Mess. Sad.
I finished the most uneventful Independence Day of my fifty-seven years by eating a bowl of rocky road ice cream and half a banana.
I had good intentions. I’ll try again tomorrow.
