So a few weeks ago, all of a sudden, in the middle of the day, a super hot and humid day might I add, everything stopped.
No lights, AC, computers, and the internet -shut down.
Apparently, there was a fire close by, which caused our life to rewind to the ’50s in a split second.
At first, I just sat there, dumbfounded by reality.
When just sitting there became a hazard, since it was so hot I almost got stuck to my chair, I got up and started pacing back and forth around my (small) house.
That didn’t get me very far (literally), so I sat down again.
I started feeling sorry for myself 3 minutes into the situation, which got me through another 6 minutes of good solid self-pitying.
“why now? why not in the middle of the night? who cares if there’s a power cut in the middle of the night? or in wintertime- I would be slouched in front of the fire anyway but in August??? it’s probably over 100 degrees, I need to check this out-oh right. no internet. feels like 200 degrees anyway. maybe the ceiling fan. no. they need electricity too- although they had them in the 50s.. it’s so hot inside, maybe it will be cooler outside? hell no, it’s over 300 outside in the sun. how long is this going to last? is all my food going to defrost? maybe I should eat it all right away so it doesn’t go to waste? but how will I heat it? this is crazy”
This internal ramble could go on for hours if it weren’t for something amazing happening at that moment.
A door opened -and from that door- my youngest son appeared.
He is almost 16, and I haven’t seen him since summer vacation began in the middle of June.
He was home all the time, and so was I- I just haven’t seen him.
He wakes up almost at noon, eats something, and goes back to his cave.
If you are one of those educational lecturers on the topic of “too much internet is hazardous to the brain of teenagers” , I have 3 things to say:
#1: I am not absolutely positive they even have a brain.
#2: he is my third child- I tried this BS of limiting tv time and computer time and all that.
Who are we kidding?
#3: I have no idea how this happened, but this kid turned out even more of an introvert than me, and that’s saying a lot.
Maybe it’s because his dad’s an introvert too- so 100/100, whereas my mother is a total extrovert, and COVID 19 is giving her the creeps since she misses seeing people. (!)
So if anyone feels like lecturing – go find someone else to lecture to. and good luck with that.
So this son of mine emerges from his room, looking bewildered, and suddenly opens his mouth and says something.
I don’t think I heard his voice since the middle of June, so I was startled.
He looked taller too.
And skinnier, while we’re on the subject.
He said:” there’s no internet”.
You can clearly see no damage was done to any of his faculties.
I contemplated my response, then just nodded.
At that point he was still optimistic that the power will return shortly, so he just said “what’s for lunch?”
But after I called the electricity company, and heard that they estimated no power until 1 AM- he became grim.
He had no idea what to do with himself.
I suggested he read a book- he just looked at me with a look that could mean so many things- none of them good- so I just pretended I was joking.
Meanwhile, it was so hot inside, things were really becoming unbearable.
If we only had those ceiling fans.
We got through lunch lighting the stove with matches (!) and found out (the hard way) that in hot and humid temperatures, it’s a good idea to take multiple quick cold showers to cool you off a bit.
When evening finally came, I marveled at the books I downloaded to my iPad (yay free digital library!) and was quite content with the peace and quiet that suddenly surrounded us.
My son, on the other hand, was still upset, and even the fact that power was back by dinnertime didn’t help- because the internet wasn’t due to be back until the next day.
My partner took a chance and suggested he watch a classic movie with him- one he had recorded ages ago.
The teenager reluctantly agreed, having no other means of entertainment available.
They ended up having a great time watching that mentioned “classic”: “Rocky 3”- if anyone is interested. I have no idea whether this is really a classic like my partner claims, I thought all those bloodshot eyes and raw egg drinking was quite enough for me so stopped after Rocky 1. I still think shouting “Adrian we did it ” is a classic so if I get a chance- I will definitely do that, and I don’t care what people think of me.
Alas- bonding was nice but didn’t last for long- the next day the internet was back, and since then I haven’t seen my son except for those “what’s for lunch” exits.
Still- it was nice while it lasted.
Enjoy- the cooliflower.