Nature is powerful.
For the past day or so, that wind has huffed, and puffed. Thankfully, it did not blow the house down.
But it blew our electricity out. Like a candle. First thing, very early on Sunday morning. As I write, the power has not been restored.
I looked at the DP&L Outage Map. I am a blue dot there. And just to the left of me, in a column along the side, they joyfully tell everyone that 99.4% of their customers have power. That makes me 99% happy, and 1% very disappointed. We have it good actually. We have a generator. As such, our world still has electrical luxuries. They are luxuries. All of them. Lights, furnaces, refrigerators, and every other device that runs on electric. We are just so accustomed to our way of life, with electric in it, that we forget just how lucky we are. There are a LOT of people in this world who will never know about one of life’s greatest perks.
And. Speaking of perks and luxury. I did not watch the Academy Awards last night. I tuned in for the first five minutes and decided I had better ways to focus my attention for three hours. I am not saying there is anything wrong with watching the Oscars. In fact, parts of it seem very fun. I just don’t care enough about the movie industry to engage.
The next-day-morning headlines make it hard to miss. I understand that a film called Green Book won best picture, which is causing a stir. Many think it was not the best. Glenn Close got passed over — once again. It seems that Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga created unmatched electricity while singing the Best Song. I read too, that there were some poorly dressed people there, in very expensive dresses. It seems like these were the same stories from last year, and the year before.
Most likely, it will happen again next year.
And we’ll get more wind in the next year too.
In the mean time, I am thankful for electricity. I hope we know it again soon.
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” Gone With the Wind, 1939
“Here’s looking at you, kid.” Casablanca, 1942
“Toto, I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.” The Wizard of Oz, 1939