Under cover of darkness
Right now, the fake fireplace is flickering.
How mundane is my existence? I’m now hoping for significant met events. Earlier in the week, we were told to expect another post-tropical storm, with important winds and heavy rain. As of right now, nothing of the sort. I’ve got a quiet evening ahead (with the fake fireplace). How dull is that?
I did complete most of my winter prep, today. Wheeled the BBQ to safety. Moved the deck furniture the last few meters, to safety. Left the dog wondering what all the effort was about. Do dogs do winter?
Perhaps I should try to find some local news. All the political turbulence in the south is entertaining,
but coming from places I have never, and may never, visit. Do I want a sunburn from the sunshine coast? Not at all. If we get winter, you can find me here at home. Quietly. I will do the vicarious experience game with the help of my siblings, who seem to find the strange FL traffic to be a fun way to spend time.
Last night, the generator came on. Or maybe it was the night before. Doesn’t matter. It’s just that I am now (neurotically) aware when the power is out. I tried to remember if things were like this, back in the day. I lived, for many years, in buildings with long corridors that would have been interesting, if the lights failed. And I cannot recall any majour outages. What changed? Did we have a grid that never failed? Did we not know? I’m going to have to check into this.
