Blinking

Dear J—

Last night as we were putting the kids to bed the power blinked off for a few minutes, twice; the first time you announce what’s happening and then fumble your way over to where the flashlight is kept, turn it on and bounce it off the ceiling so you don’t blind anyone accidentally. And then you wait; who know when or if it’s coming back promptly as you’re attacking other issues; without knowing exactly when or for how long (though in the back of your mind you’re always thinking it’s a developed country, and spoiled as we are, why for-heaven’s-sake isn’t it back on yet?) but biding your time until maybe there’s something you can do that’s more fruitful than conserving energy and walking around the house shutting down switches to make sure it’s not going to overload once it does come back.

The second time was clearly declaring it was time for bed; I had picked up a game and was in the midst of some level when it blinked out again, and resigned you say it’s just not meant to be tonight and move on to bed as you can manage through the rest of the night. I’m not sure why but there’s a significant amount of me that wants to chuck work today (Monday) and take the day off; the weekend was busy and next weekend will be busty and the weekend after that will be … you get the picture. We have a lot of activities stretching between here and there, and that’s okay, so why am I thinking about adding more into the mix?

As I was riding my bike to the station this morning I was thinking about what’s waiting for us on the other side of this: whether there is a great river of souls in the sky unchanged and moving, coursing around this world peering down on us and blinking occasionally. Do you remember X—? Will you remember this next? How about what’s happening today? I take pictures but not as many as I used to or maybe would like to; between looking after the kids and not feeling comfortable gearing up completely in front of other parents I can’t say for sure that’s what’s causing the imperfect memories lately but it certainly can’t be helpful, can it?

Mike

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