When the Lights Went Out
We woke this morning to no electricity. I should be used to that after our years in Mozambique, but I don’t expect it in Wisconsin. My daughter describes being at a party in Minnesota as a teen when someone flipped off the lights. Everyone screamed as kids will do—everyone except my daughter, that is. She was overwhelmed with nostalgia for her childhood in Maputo where blackouts were a regular occurrence. We kept the candles and matches in a spot in the kitchen that was easy to find in the dark, and life went on.
This morning in Wisconsin no electricity meant no water pump (read that, “no flushing the toilet or brushing teeth.”)
No electricity also meant no stove. Oh well, I thought for one irrational instant. I can always heat water for tea in the microwave.
With no electricity we also had no blower for the furnace. Yesterday I overheard my guest from California on the phone to a friend. “It’s below zero here!” she exclaimed, and that was before the electricity went off. This morning I could have been content to snuggle under my electric blanket, but of course, it wasn't working.
Instead, I got up and went to the ice rink. If ‘m going to be cold, I may as well skate. My husband took the guests out for breakfast. By the time we all got home, the electricity was on again, complete with water pump and furnace blower. In Mozambique it would not have been so easy, but then, it wouldn’t have been as cold either. And of course, there is no ice rink in Maputo.
So what is your favorite when-the-lights-went-out story?
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LeAnne Hardy has lived in six countries on four continents. Her books come out of her cross-cultural experiences and her passion to use story to convey spiritual truths in a form that will permeate lives.
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