at 10:00 last night i was at my desk writing down some special thoughts, with a glass of wine and a long smoke. suddenly the wind came up, dark and insistent, lifting the leaves on the trees like marilyn monroe's skirt when she posed on that vent in the 7 year itch. moments later mike was behind me, sleepy but wide awake and said, "i woke up just in time for the storm!"
we do enjoy sitting on the porch during a good storm.
and then a loud pop and then a crash that bellowed it's way between all of our houses and lawns and then
silence.
the lights went out and the ceiling fans took a final lap. the pattering sounds of the fountains went missing. darkness. but we who are lovers of candlelight took quick to our tasks - lighting oil lamps, collecting candles, pouring wine.
when morning came all was still and quiet and while supreme quiet is what some look for in the country, here in south minneapolis it is a spooky distraction.
the two lovers up the street were scratching their heads, accepting hugs from friends and moms and dads, and pulling out still -cold beers as they watched the men with tanned arms wield chain saws as they bounced up and down on cherry pickers. clear the trees, raise the power lines. "this will take quite a while ," the men from excel energy told us.
meanwhile, my favorite handyman got an idea. one hour later there was a rented generator in the back yard, and all of our freezers and refrigerators were humming. no loss of groceries from the frozen larders in this neighborhood. thirty minutes after that, mike was watching the twins on tv with a cold glass of wine and i was checking my email. extension cords rule.
not that we don't embrace an opportunity to celebrate the pioneer spirit, mind you, but as mike said over cocktails:
"the technology exists honey, don't be afraid to use it."
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