Benjamin Franklin On A Clear Day

Today was tragic.

The electricity went out. At first, crazed mobs swarmed the street begging the sky to release electrics into the outlets in their homes. Then, all was quiet and still. Because people realized that their televisions weren't working. That their refrigerators could only be used sparingly so as not to let out all of the cool air. They found that in order to shower, they would have to shower in the dark. And that washing their hair before work was out of the picture; How would their hair dry on time and straighten itself? The blogosphere was still. Facebook was unoccupied. The stove had to be lit with a lighter.

The world became unlaughably archaic. People began to foam at the mouth.

Nobody foamed at the mouth.

But they wanted to. Because the world was suddenly dark. Cold. Alone. Virtual-free. And dark. And cold. And alone.

And virtual-free.


I can't tell you how many times I tried to flip the light switch on. Even when I was holding a flashlight. Even when I was mentally complaining about the lack of electricity. My hand would automatically reach for the switch.

With no avail.

So I ran outside and rampaged the streets for a while.

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About a month ago: 

"Mother, after all the blankets we use at the cabin are laundered, may I keep the afghan blanket which you bought in Mexico many years ago?"

A little later:

"Bethany, I left that blanket on your bed. I'm going to the cabin now, and I am bringing along the other freshly laundered blankets with me. Farewell."

A little later, later:

"Oh dear, Mother left the wrong blanket on my bed. She left this odd, old quilty thing that will clash with everything in my bedroom rather than the Mexican blanket which I thought would be pleasant to have spread upon my bed. Now what."

But then a remarkable thing occurred. Although Bethany originally found the blanket to be rather unusual, against her expected preference, and more squatty than a normal bed covering...

...She soon came to find the intricately knotted yarn to be rather charming, comforting, uniquely cheerful, and quite fitting to her taste. 

To this very day, it canopies the young girl as she counts sheep every night.