You never know just how dependent you are on something until you have to do without it. Yesterday our electricity was out for approximately seven hours thanks to the blizzard that central Illinois was blessed with.
Bryan woke up, crying hysterically, at 4:10 a.m. It was blacker than black in the house and I ran into the walls on more than on occasion as I stumbled down the hallway to get to him. I never would have imagined that it was able to be this dark. Usually I walk around the house at night without turning on the lights. I go to the bathroom three or four times a night, get up and get a drink, or check on the stove (did I remember to turn that burner off?) at least once.
I did a quick head count and figured out exactly WHY it is so light in here at night. (I never realized it was light until I had to do without these helpers!) The telephone has two red lights that stay on, the computer screen has a dash light and the monitor has one as well. The glow of the clock radio and the clock on the oven add to the illumination. There is also a pole light at the end of our long, long driveway that actually has enough power to shine into the dorm window above the door and through the gaps in the vertical blinds.
I couldn't heat anything up in the microwave or on the stove, nor could I safely open the refrigerator or freezer doors. The furnace wouldn't work, and I couldn't flush the toilets because I have well water, and the pump wouldn't work.
I never realized how important a part that electricity played in my life. Like many people, I took something that is important to me for granted.
Electricity, I am so glad that you are once again part of my life. Please don't leave me again.
Stay warm, everyone.
shel
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