When I used to go to the Dominican Republic and spend weeks in the campo, I thought it was romantic/quaint when the electricity would go out for hours on end. It meant peaceful silence peppered only by laughter and conversation and the clicking noise of dominoes being slammed on the table. I felt wise, and actually enjoyed the enlightenment of being unplugged.
The romanticism started to fade when I lived in Santo Domingo, not anywhere near the fresh ocean breeze like the resorts have. When the electricity would go out, I would lay awake all night unable to sleep due to the overbearing and stifling heat. Still, in the day time, I didn't mind the lack of constant electricity. I would just wander around my neighborhood and get my face tanner or listen to the battery-powered radio.
I guess now I am officially old. Today the electricity was shut off in my apartment for exactly 1.75 hours, from 5:45pm to 7:30pm. I almost went crazy. I was pissed, particularly because it was a scheduled shut-off that I was told would happen from 2-3pm, when I was at work. As it was, I was unable to finish my workout on the treadmill, unable to cook dinner (the gas was shut off too), and I missed the first half of American Idol. Maybe I'm not old. Maybe now I'm just truly American -- exercise machines, dinner at 6:30 and American Idol.
On the upside, I got my reading for tomorrow done without distraction. This is something that should happen every day, but that's a story for another blog-day.
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BTW, it was actually 8:24 when I posted that, and just moments later the lights went out again. At least I have my laptop and a charged battery.
if i was from new orleans and had no electricit, you wouldn't call me a cry baby. you would fight for my rights.
"going to the dominican republic"
Things I USED to do.
children children
quit bickering
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