WE HAVE ELECTRICITY!!!
Praise Thomas “Don’t call me Alva, damn it!” Edison and his fancypants invention that once again courses through the craptastic wiring of our home. 😀
Yesterday evening, as the entire household sat quietly reading books, there was a sudden loud, deep click sound, and the lamp next to me sprung to life; seriously, it jumped 3 feet in the air and screamed out, “HALLELUJAH!!” Okay, maybe I imagined that last part, but maybe you just had to be there.
We immediately jumped up ourselves, albeit NOT 3 feet in the air, and looked outside. Now, WHY we looked outside, I couldn’t entirely tell you. I remember seeing a man sitting on his front porch across the street and thinking, “I have to tell him!,” but that was after I’d already jumped up so I can’t claim that as my reasoning. But, I have to think that there was an innate drive to share the joy after the long days without light, refrigeration, and the internet — a thought confirmed by one simple fact:
Everyone else had run outside too.
That’s right, our power had been restored, as a neighborhood, we all ran out the door and whooped, hollered, and WOO’d together. We clapped and cheered as the boys in the power trucks rolled by, on to their next stop, where I can only hope that they received the same loud praise as they did in our neighborhood.
To the guys working 16-hour days, sleeping on cots because every hotel room in the city is full, risking your lives to downed lines and precariously hanging trees, and missing your own families, you deserve more than just our cheers — but I hope they meant as much to you as they did to us. Thank you.