I went away for the weekend, and when I returned we were hit by the tail-end of Hurricane Ike. The power went out twice and the third time it stayed out–until last night.
Oh the horror! No Internet! No carping, kvetching. No BS. No Obama and McCain. No AIG. No Seattle Mutual. No Lehman Brothers. No Iraq and Iran. No Sarah Palin and all her dysfunctional other Palins. (OH NO!) And best of all…no adoption, and no wacky Nebraska ill-behaved adolescent dumps.
The Bad Cats, resentful, were forced to entertain themselves chasing grasshoppers and snooping through my neighbor’s porch since they had no keyboard to dither across, no blogs to erase.
By sunlight I read Mistress of the Vatican and by candlelight The Ellery Queen Omnibus.
And I cleaned.
Walking through my neighborhood last night, candles flickering in windows, folks cooking outdoor, reading aloud to each other (something that sounded peculiarly Roger de Coverleyish)… before the return of modernity…
Life was genuine. Authentic.
Life was not AdoptionLand.