Just as I sat down to write this post, the power for our entire town went out. Usually, we hear the rollicking pop of a transformer or have a few preliminary brown outs.
Not this time.
A gentle outage, like a mouse tiptoed in and sat down. Lights out all over town.
That was also new. Usually, it’s just our block. The lights are normally, tantalizingly, on across the street and everywhere else.
My laptop’s battery has a very short life these days.
I immediately thought, “Guess I’ll just read.” But my conscience said, “Pull out the iPad and keyboard and get to writing.
So there I was, tapping away in the dark. The Christmas tree is a tall cone-shaped shadow across the room, a bit of silhouette in front of the dimly lit window behind it.
My husband sauntered in and took a seat.
Politely, and only with the slightest sigh, I set aside my iPad.
We talked of butcher-block counter tops and the new sink we purchased and won’t install until Christmas break.
Then there was our new plan for kitchen cabinets.
After all, we did just purchase a lovely new refrigerator. Now those vintage (kindly word for really old, crazy old, did I clearly put across that our cabinets are old, say 100 years old?) cabinets could use some replacing.
Funds are limited, and we’re only expecting to live here another two to three years. We’d located some new vintage looking cabinets which will fit the Adams style of our (100-year-old) two-story frame house. So, we re-discussed this choice.
Talk wandered. The boat needs cabinets, too. My husband is using the pieces from the old ones as templates for cutting out new ones. Another project for Christmas break.
We decided on what to get our daughter for Christmas. But I’m not mentioning what we decided on here. My daughter reads my posts. (HaHa, sweet girl.)
We recalculated retirement plans.
There were a few minutes of contemplative silence. I typed a bit more on this post because I’d nothing to contemplate other than my To-do list which is frustratingly long.
Then my office in the new house was played. Lighting, of course. How would I like it lit?
I hadn’t given this any thought. Ho hum. Let me see. A desk lamp, some task lighting for my planning board. No, I don’t want an overhead fan.
Why is it my don’t-like-small-talk husband loves to talk to me?
I know, I shouldn’t complain. So I won’t.
We covered politics, Covid, education in general, teaching in specific, whether or not Cagney will stay free of fungus.
That last is an ongoing discussion. Cagney’s longest run this year has been four weeks. I’m hopeful. I have added “update my post on our fungus battle” to the To-do list.
Lights on.
My husband nods at me and wanders out of the room. Now he can get some work done.
What’s at the top of my To-do list now? Hmm. There’s a three-way tie for first position. I better get busy.