Off the Record

An excerpt from my friend’s retelling of the dream he had about me: “well instead of going over to babysit, you went over because your aunt is a cat trainer that teaches kittens to swim and for some reason you keep posting nude shots of you on your blog. so I fly over secretly and meet you at your aunt’s indoor pool but only you knew I came, you’re family for a while didn’t know. so I’m wading down at the other end in this cove type thing while you know I’m there and you’re watching the kittens swim really fast back and forth and you are bottomless at all times”

The power went out yesterday evening after a fairly large storm. After 30 minutes without electricity I started to think that this could be kinda fun. I could write letters, read by the firelight, take a walk or clean, but I chose to think about how much I missed being connected to the world of internet, television and kitchen appliances. I moped around, yelled at the lights and wanted nothing more than to be able to open the fridge. I could have handled it all a bit more rationally, but, after having been completely alone for a solid week, I needed something to save me from myself. But I couldn’t find anything.