An hour ago the power went off in East Honolulu — where I live — and we thought, “We’re public school grads. We can handle this.”
Except we couldn’t open the fridge to grab leftovers that we couldn’t warm up. Pizza Hut couldn’t deliver to us — no power, too — and I discovered reading by candlelight — who cares that the pioneers once did it — isn’t very comfortable, much less romantic.
The only saving grace is that my phone opiates on the 3G network. Which means I can check email, post tweets and, yes, even blog. But that’s about it.
I remember being a kid and loving power outages. We’d dine by candlelight, play Scrabble and build fortresses out of pillows and blankets in the living room. Didn’t have to finish homework or clean the room or, even better, take a shower. Life was good.
Fast forward to today and I feel stranded. I can’t finish grading assignments — they’re all online — or bake butter mochi. I can’t vacuum or recharge my camera battery or balance my checkbook.
So I’m stuck with tomato soup, canned pork and beans, beer and Nutella.
Got any ideas on what I can do to bide my time?