"All words are symbols that represent unspeakable realities. Which is also why words are magical." (Donald Miller tweet)

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

good night john boy

Ten years ago, the power went out at work. I didn't think much of it and was heading out anyway, so I locked up and went out to meet Spike who was waiting outside for me.

He commented that a few of the traffic lights had gone out on his way over. On the way home, more traffic lights were out. Odd.

We turned on the car radio. Static. Switched to a Toronto station. Static. Static on station after after station.

That's when we started paying attention. I quietly wondered if it was a terrorist attack, to be honest. But it wasn't, thankfully. And once we found that out, then it was actually kind of a mini-holiday.

Best moment: going to bed that night without the usual routines of turning lights off, moving the laundry to the dryer, starting the dishwasher, finishing this show I am watching. All our windows were open, but the city was strangely silent.

Until, out of the bedroom window across the street - "Good night Leo." And from the house next door, where Leo and Palma lived, seniors who took care of the mom and kids in that house - "Good night Susan." 

We smiled happily and went to sleep.

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