What an evening, last night! Where to begin...
Well, poor Guy had gone and hurt his lower back. He was in so much pain last night, that he couldn't sleep lying flat down on our bed. So at about 1:00 in the morning, he went downstairs with some blankets and pillows, with the hope of sleeping sitting up on the couch in our living room. Well then I couldn't sleep, darn it, 'cuz Guy wasn't there beside me, and I was worried about him, so I trundled downstairs with my blankets and pillows, and curled up on the couch beside him. Next thing you know, the cats were downstairs, too, snuggling beside us. But wouldn't you know it, neither of us could sleep. So we watched Hitchcock's Spellbound on CBC and then finally by about 4:30 in the morning, we managed to catch a few snoozes.
By 9:30 am we were both awake again, and I was thinking about a hot cup of joe and some toast. And then the power went out. Hmmm, we thought. Well...these things don't usually last that long, we'll wait a few minutes and the power will be back in business. Twenty minutes later, it was beginning to occur to us that maybe this was something a tad more serious. So I suggested phoning Toronto Hydro, to which Guy reminded me that now that we had switched over to those portable phones, not even our phone had power. So Guy had to trek down to the basement and see if we hadn't yet thrown out our old crappy phone (we had a working rotary phone in our bedroom, but figured we wouldn't get too far since all these government organizations require you to press at least a few damn buttons before you get a human voice). Eventually I got some gravelly-voiced guy on the line who told me that yeah, there were problems on our street, they didn't know what, and someone was on their way. Did they know how long it would take to get power back up? Nope.
So what to do? Hey, I'm all about going green and saving energy and all, but I wasn't exactly prepared to go without my morning cup of coffee! And then it started getting cold in the house, the heat not being on and all. And that's when Guy, in his sweetest-sounding voice, all snuggled up in our blankets said to me, Read me a story. What? I asked. Read me a story, he repeated. Ok...How 'bout your Ray Bradbury collection, I suggested. Sounds great, he said.
So I opened up the curtains a titch to get more light in, pulled down Bradbury Stories: 100 of His Most Celebrated Tales, tugged the blankets up to my neck, and began to read aloud. What is it about Bradbury and his writing? How does he do it? He can make the most seemingly mundane situation suddenly terrifying, and create incredible magic into an otherwise innoccuous event. Only Bradbury could write a simple story about a boy who desperately wants new summer tennis shoes, and make it into something mysterious and magical. Each time I finished a story I'd ask Guy, Do you want another one, and he'd say, yes, please. About an hour later, just as I was finishing up a story about lonely astronauts on Mars, the power came back on. Read some more, said Guy. And so I did (after I made some coffee, of course). It was one of the most loveliest mornings I have ever experienced.
I have been told that according to the Farmer's Almanac, that this winter is going to be brutal. My suggestion? Don't go out as much. Turn down the heat. Pile on the blankets. TURN OFF THE TELEVISION. Find someone near and dear to your heart. Get hot drinks and warm treats. Maybe even turn off the lights and light up candles. Choose some some of your favourite short story collections, sit close and read aloud to one another. Repeat as needed.