As I write this column, I'm sitting in my dark apartment contemplating the meaning of electricity. And by that I mean I'm wishing that my power would come back on. It's been off for nearly an hour now and my laptop battery is about to die, and I'm really wishing I would have charged my phone at work, and that I wouldn't have bought Popsicles at Sobeys on my way home. (Guess what I had to eat for supper before they melted.)
All this brings me to my current deep thoughts: how freakin' lost are we without electricity?
Driving home, the street lights at the intersection near the university are out. In a perfect world, all drivers would flawlessly execute a perfect four-way-stop. But this is near the university, and many of the cars in the area have after-market spoilers, which should elude the intelligence level of the area's drivers. And there are tons of pedestrians who run the show around the university. So a bunch of us just sat there, no one sure who should drive, who should yield and if it would be inappropriate to run down the pedestrians crossing kitty-corner because they have the ultimate right-of-way.
Long story short, I eventually made it home to my supper of frozen ice made with "real fruit juice" and got started at typing my weekly Â鶹´«Ã½AVeast Trader installments. But it's not like I can e-mail them when I finish because my Internet is off. Plus, there's a good chance my laptop battery won't make it all the way to the end, especially since I'm also using it to charge my phone.
It's also getting kind of cold in here. So I've lit five highly scented candles. If my dad tried to enter my apartment right now, his allergies would be hugely overwhelmed, and he'd be forced to leave,
which I now realize is a cool discovery and I will be writing it down to use at a more convenient time.
Anyway, to combat the dropping temperature, I've thrown on a couple of blankets and a hoodie, but my hands are cold and I have to type. It's really not helping that I'm eating ice cream.
And I'm pretty sure the power affects the temperature of my water, so I can't wash dishes because it would be pointless without hot water. (I recognize that this is incorrect. I've just decided to go with it because I really don't want to wash dishes.)
I considered just heading back to Estevan, because I have the next couple of days off anyways. But I can't see into my closet to pack my clothing and while it may not be obvious all the time, I do try to co-ordinate my clothing in some semblance of style.
And the most problematic of all my troubles created by this powerless dilemma: I watched Paranormal Activity 3 a couple of weeks ago, so every time I look around, I'm imagining some horrible demon waiting in the darkness, ready to attack me and steal my soul.
This situation is dark indeed.
Tonaya Marr is also upset that she is unable to microwave the turkey pie her mom sent her, and that her dad so desperately wants a piece of. Sorry Dad, she's going to eat this pie herself, even if the power NEVER returns and she's forced to eat it cold. If you'd like to send Tonaya a message, try e-mailing her at [email protected] or tweeting her @TonayaMarr. But probably do so soon, because she only has limited battery life.
