The World Needs More PB&J Sandwiches
I may have figured it out:
When I got home from work last night, the electricity was out. This is the first time in a long time that I can remember the lights being out, but I was determined to not allow it to ruin my evening.
Shannon had called me just before I left work about the electricity, so I had time to think about what I was going to do when I got home. She also told me that my new iPhone 4S had arrived, so the thought of tinkering with was dismissed right away (I mean, without power, I couldn’t charge it or activate it or anything!).
The thought of the power being off upsets many people: Monday Night Football, television shows that had been Tivoed earlier in the day, cooking supper, surfing the net… all of these activities are almost impossible to perform (unless you have a generator or a gas stove, of course).
As I walked up to the house, it occurred to me that I could hear voices. I stopped in my tracks: I heard several voices. Not coming from inside our house, but from different places. To my right, I realized that my next-door neighbors were sitting in the chairs on their porch, talking. Turning my head slightly, I was able to single out voices coming from across the street. That family was in their back yard, and through the slats in the fence, I could see candles flickering in the breeze.
I walked into the house and Shannon and the dogs met me at the door. When I went to put them outside, they ran straight to the back fence and started barking, so I called them back inside. That’s when I heard the neighbors’ voices back there, they were sitting on their back porch, visiting.
When I got back into the house, I took down the ‘hurricane lamps’ that I got from Keith. Shannon had never operated one, so we took them outside and I gave her a little ‘schoolin’ on the proper/safe use of the lamps.
Once the lamps were burning, we came back inside and thought about what we were going to have for supper. For me, the answer was very easy: Peanut butter and jelly. Simple, delicious and no need for electricity for preparation (and it’s what Joyce would make for us when the lights were out)!
I made two sandwiches, and Shannon and I sat there, by lamplight, and had our supper. We talked about our day and our plans for tomorrow, and were actually enjoying each others’ company WITHOUT the interference of technology.
Then: BEEP… Whirrrrr…. Click; the electricity was restored. Life, back to normal (or to what we have come to know as normal). It always amazes me as to how quiet it really is when the electricity is out.
As I laid down for the night, I thought about what had happened that evening: Families were being families again. Time was spent with each other WITHOUT the ambient distractions of MNF or DWTS or AI or HIMYM (How I Met Your Mother). It was just families, being families.
I think that I may now know what the world needs: More peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.