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A whirlwind of crazy-tude, people. So much drama and that was just with the power being out from the mid-week snowstorm. All those visits to the Amish experience and Philadelphia historic sites showing how people lived in the 18th century without power and I’m still helpless when the lights go out, the TV goes off, and, most importantly, the refrigerator starts heating up and my Klondike bars start melting. Oh, the humanity!
But it is pretty, dammit.
Twas seemingly endless hours of sitting quietly (didn’t feel like reading by flashlight), but I considered it introvert practice. I’m really good at sitting still and being quiet already, but one can always improve, right?
The world illuminated again after about 10 hours of darkness. Of course, it happened in the middle of the night. Nothing like being awakened from a sound sleep due to the room now looking like the surface of the sun. I’m lucky because some people’s electric was out for days (and still is). But I’ll tell ya, it’s the kind of thing that can make one choose a different favorite season. … NO! I won’t let the power company get between me and Winter. P.S. Power company, it’s the 21st century. Don’t keep telling me storm after storm are the worst storms you’ve seen. Tell me how you’re updating an ancient system and inventing or using 21st century technology to keep this from happening and/or also expanding the grid somehow to make up for the added MILLIONS in the megalopolis. K. Thx. Bye. … Wait. Maybe the power company owns huge amounts of stock in the companies that make generators… I may be on to something here.
Waiting for power to come back on may not sound dramatic, although the anticipation of when will the lights flash back on is palpable. If that’s not enough, there’s also the drama of should I go to work and struggle to get home, should I just stay home, etc. It started snowing heavily at 9:30 a.m. making me feel secure in my decision to stay home. Then it stopped, until about noon. Thankfully, that’s when flakes the size of basketballs came down fast and furious. See?
OK, not basketballs, but BIG. That is my head, wearing a Ginormous-Snowflake Hat, made by Mother Nature.
I didn’t go in to work, and mostly I didn’t feel bad about it. I just think it would be nice if all the capitalists would be like, “We don’t need to worry about making money for three hours. Just stay home and everybody take today off!” They’re not, so I make my own decisions about my own safety. So there.
In entertainment news, after watching Monday’s The Voice, I took Tuesday night off. Blake Shelton is right — Kelly Clarkson talks too much. I needed a mini-vacay from the girl, but I’ll catch up this weekend. This is the first season I’m watching all the way through — I know, late to the party as usual. I’m anticipating some awesome sing-off match up thingys in the live shows. Next week is the season finale of This Is Us and I’m already sad. This week’s episode was AWESOME. Read my review (that can’t really do it justice): This Is Us: This Big, Amazing, Beautiful Life.
In anticipation of having a huge, sad This Is Us-shaped hole in my life, I signed up for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge for the first time. I don’t know how I’ll do, but I know I wanted something to keep my mind off the fact that my favorite show just ended and I have to wait until SEPTEMBER to see it again. Writing. Lots of writing.
I’m thankful I have a show I really enjoy, because that wasn’t the case for some time. Add that to my list this week because, as usual, I’m gratitudinous. This week, I’m grateful for: This Is Us; pretty snow; electricity; Benjamin Franklin and his kite and key; my sense of humor, especially when making a day-long work event more fun; people who change the toilet paper roll (and put it over, as it should be, amiright?); homemade reubens; ponytail holders; cake mix (I bake when it snows); and new adventures.
Speaking of adventures, I did a new fun (and sometimes weird) thing this week, but I’m saving that for a longer post in the near future — ooh, anticipation again! Speaking of anticipation (AGAIN!), I’m starting a poetry class next week. It’s going to focus on 20th century to the present, so tons o’ free verse, which sometimes confuses me. Some free verse, like Walt Whitman, is so obviously a poem to me, but others… not so much. I’m hoping to learn more about the form and, ya know, get it better.
Twas thinking about Uncle Walt (that’s a Dead Poets Society reference, y’all) and then my mind went to I sing the body electric (a line Uncle Walt wrote). Then my mind went to… some of you know where I’m going… Fame! I know I often share something my mind wanders to and this week, I’m all If this song is stuck in my head, let’s get it stuck in yours, too. You’re welcome.
I sing the body electric
I celebrate the me yet to come
I toast to my own reunion
When I become one with the sun…
*puts tambourine away*
*dabs eyes with tissue* (Man, that song always gets me.)
Tis the weekend! In my world, my computer clock says 9:33 a.m., but to me, it’s actually 10:33 a.m. I change the clocks during the daylight hours for this RIDICULOUS daylight saving time nonsense, so my body gets used to it during the day instead of during my precious night and sleepy time. If everybody would wait a month the sun would naturally set after 7 p.m. here, but noooooooo. We have to do it NOW. It’s not even spring yet (ya know, officially). It’s all good. I live in anticipation then, for 8 freakin’ months, until I get my hour back, also known in my world as The Happiest Day of the Year (after my birthday).
Anticipate only good! May you enjoy this weekend (though robbed of 60 beautiful minutes of it). May you have fun things to do and to look forward to. And may you enjoy all things electric — power in your house and power in your soul. Uncle Walt would want nothing less.
Until next time, peace.
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