Wired

I hate to admit it, but I am a wired human being. I am unable to function without electricity.

The power went off again this morning. At least this time my hair was dry! I had my morning planned out at that point: dishes, vacuum, work on the short love story and the novel, and maybe catch that gorgeous hunk of mine online for a brief chat.

Then the lights went out.

Now, I am an adventurous sort and I can think of all sorts of things to do when the power is off, but most of them involve that gorgeous hunk and he's 1,000 or so miles away right now.

I looked around the house. I hauled the trash off. I cleaned the litter box. Bad choice, there's no water! Where's the hand sanitizer?

I looked around the house again. Can't play solitaire, that would involve actually finishing one of the three quilts covering the tables in varying stages of doneness.

It's too cold to walk the dog. I suppose I could move the old boom box that I dug out during yesterday's power outage (only to discovered it had no batteries) so I could use the step platform that it is sitting on. I could sing to keep a rhythm going.

Or not.

Yesterday, I cleaned out my underwear drawer and pulled all the "fat clothes" out of the closet to get rid of, so I can't do that today.

I could call Mom again. Or call the kids, who won't answer because it is too early, so I can leave one of those inane rambling messages that make me sound undeniably too much like my mother.

I could stand in the sunny spot in the kitchen and watch the snow melt in the yard.

Or, I could make a list of the things I need to do before the next time the power goes out! Let's see:

1. Buy batteries for the boombox. Better yet, figure out how to use the MP3 player the kids gave me. And buy a battery for it.

2. Print out a picture of gorgeous hunk.

3. Find the deck of cards.

4. Find the top of the coffee table.

5. Find a place to live where the power doesn't go out three times a week.