In the Dark
Post Script to last, er, post:
My birthday is this Saturday…so all of you well-wishers have not yet missed the blessed event of my glorious appearing. You were wondering why you hadn’t heard the songbirds? Why bursts of beautiful light had not yet crossed the orbs to your soul? Why your nether regions had not yet tingled with a surprising forbidden delight? That’s why…my turning over into this last fateful year of my twenties has not happened yet.
But you’ll know. You’ll know.
Still without electricity. Apparently, this all will be a good excuse to clean my refrigerator. And as I clean it, the sound of a large cash register will “ka-ching” over and over, as I throw out perfectly good money food into the trash can. It will be one of the most depressing things I will do all year. Kinda makes me wish I hadn’t bought that sweater, because now that sweater represents money I could use to replace all my frozen broccoli. DAMMIT.
In other news, I went ahead and purchased Proactive (2 frozen pizzas, a gallon of milk, some cheese and a loaf of bread) and Jessica Simpson is right…this stuff is awesome, and there’s really no comparison with the store brands, which I’ve tried. I already see and feel improvement, which means I will be like Diddy in no time.
I also stocked up on a few books this weekend (2 1/2 gallons of soy milk, 2 packs of bagels, 1 lb chicken breast) and have been enjoying, quite thoroughly, some short stories by Neil Gaiman. Each little tale is just the slightest bit creepy, and often displays the baseness of humankind, while sprinkling in just a bit of the heart-warming so you won’t have weird dreams at night. This has been one of the perks of the power outage (besides lots of boning). Each night, we come home, light a million candles and read until we fall asleep. It’s terribly romantic and sweet…the low light and the way it softens everything and makes me look not-so-fat, the way all the animals huddle and cuddle with us, and the way I am inspired by good storytelling.
So, even though the lack of electricity has been a major inconvenience and I’ve lost well over $200 in groceries, it reminds me that “simple” is okay sometimes.
It also reminds me why the Amish have so many kids. Seriously, there is nothing else to do…