I went to Mercy Hospice earlier this evening. I had some invitations to other homes for Christmas Eve, but I didn’t feel like going. The only place I wanted to go today was the hospice, and I wanted to take along some of the food that’s shown up here from some kind folk. I kept the homemade food, but had to do something about all the fruit that would rot otherwise.
Last night was my first night alone in this house, without David. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it, but when I took Laura to the airport in the early evening and arrived home to a welcoming Hugh, I thought I’d be alright. I wanted some time alone. But then the power went out about 7:45pm, and the entire neighbourhood went black. Suddenly I felt very, very alone. My PowerBook LCD was the only light, because it switched to battery. The flashlights and candles were downstairs, so I held the computer in front of me to light the way.
I felt very strange. It was strange enough to be alone in the house because David wasn’t here, but it was much stranger in the dark. We’ve had power blips before, but never an outage since I’ve lived here. It was beyond disconcerting, because all the bright Christmas lights outside were down, too. It was heavy pitch blackness. And silent.
The neighbours across the street were out. My other neighbours were also out. { continue reading… }
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