Over the weekend, our power went out for a few hours.
Yikes, keep the doors and windows sealed tight to hold in the last shot of a/c. It is August in Florida, after all.
My husband and I had just finished a few chores and were sitting on the sofa discussing the remaining to-do-list when it happened.
While we waited for the electricity to come back on, my husband pointed out the silence. Not only was the drone of our own air conditioning silent, but so were all of the others in the neighborhood. In fact, there wasn’t a peep to be heard. Not a car engine, a lawn mower (it had just rained), or even a dog bark.
I picked up my laptop (running on the battery), and of course, there was no internet connection. I clicked the prompt to look for networks, and the usual list wasn’t there. The screen was blank, other than the words, “no networks found.”
Even though the silence was strange, it was peaceful at first, until I realized we had no connection to anyone or anything. That’s when it got eerie.
Our dependence on technology is scary, and I don’t just mean the internet. When my husband was unable to walk after his accident, our electricity went out one day just before his doctor’s appointment. With no electricity, we couldn’t open the garage door and get our car out. Thankfully, a neighbor came over to unlatch the door from the electricity cord and lift it open for us. My husband couldn’t do it due to his injury, and I didn’t have the strength. I’d blame it on my under-five-feet-tall size, but I’m just a wuss.
My husband has an android smart phone, but I use a land-line. I haven’t heard a good quality connection with a cell phone … ever. Except, both the land-line and cell phone need electricity. The land-line works through the electric powered modem. Why did land-lines used to work without electricity? Why can’t I have a land line separate from the modem?
I’ve always been reluctant to move up to the latest new-fangled technology for this very reason of dependency. I wonder how we would survive if life’s conveniences were no longer available. With the direction our society is taking, it would probably be wise to prepare.
I better get on ebay and start looking for a manual typewriter. God forbid I’d have to write my novels long hand. Maybe I should buy white-out and carbon paper too. No, forget it. I’ll be too busy smashing clothes against a rock at the river.