The other night, the power went out unexpectedly in my apartment building. A neighbor said she saw through her living room window that a transformer had caught fire (though it quickly extinguished itself). Excitement!
Once my boyfriend and I realized we might be without power for awhile, and therefore couldn’t continue the electricity-dependent work we’d been doing, we had one pressing thought…
We have to eat the ice cream before it melts.
We’d recently purchased a pint of salted caramel ice cream from a gourmet ice cream shop in our neighborhood, and our first post-outage priority was to grab spoons and dig in by the light of our small LED flashlight. “We can’t let this go to waste,” we told ourselves in serious tones.
No overhead lights. No music. No computers. No way to do the work we “needed” to do.
Just caramel ribbons and shadow puppets on the wall.
It was a good night.
Have you ever been secretly grateful to be “inconvenienced”?