The power failed at dinnertime. It was a bit unnerving at first – especially as I was trying to handle everything while a cat was meowing for food. For Peach, absence of electricity is no justification a late meal.
But then I came to that state where I have the good fortune of usually arrive when the power fails. It’s a state where the stresses of the unexpected dissipate, and the balm of possibility arrives – the possibility of a relaxing dinner by candlelight, of quietly reading a book, playing a game on a portable system (props to the battery quality of Nintendo consoles, which remain charged after months without use).
I was grateful to get the power back, of course – there are essays to write, after all. And there is no joy in having the freezer start leaking.
But a temporary interruption does not have to turn into a crisis.
It can even be an opportunity to relax.
Painting: “The Vigilia di San Pietro” by Canaletto.