Well I certainly disappeared, electronically, last night, which is the reason for only one measly post yesterday. We had a power outage at the house. Hence, a restful evening.
We live down a very “picturesque” street, as Ruben knows. This means that the road is narrow and meandering, and the power lines are buried, making repair harder. It wasn’t, of course, something as simple as squirrels chewing through the lines, but a bad transformer. Fortunately, most of the people on the street are on vacation, and didn’t have to try to drive around the repair truck which blocked the whole street. Not much traffic around here at midnight on a Sunday anyway.
Candles were in order, as were the small headlights left over from the men’s Kilimanjaro expedition. I walked through our dark house like a miner in a cave. A cave without bats or nasty dripping water or coal gas, though. Read The Tale of Genji by candle-light, a chapter about young men sitting in a dark room late at night, with only a single candle to light them.
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