sadder-day.

hey!
where in the heck was the power last night?
...castle grayskull?
...with snap!?
...mightily morphin' with some rangers?
it sure as sh!t wasn't here.
right in the middle of a heated game of super mario,
the screen went blank.
and the house went dark.
and the furnace got awfully quiet.
in fact,
the only thing still humming and whirring
was the great outdoors.
the white mountain weather wonders,
and the woodsly goodness via the secret universal plan,
conspired to give us a romantic,
albeit mutha-lickin' chilly,
candlelit friday evening at home.
thanks heavens, yet again,
for the turbo-sexiness,
and whole-house heating,
of my cast-iron companion,
the woodsly goodstove.
otherwise,
it would've been -14 inside, too.
that's before the chill factor, kids.
my backyard faces southwesterly-
and that burly, brutal billowed blast-off business
left debris and detritus strewn about,
all bosnian battleground-style an' that.
how long is too long without heat, hot water, or electricity?
...well,
it's not really all that bad.
i mean,
that big bright luminous oracular lupine orb
let out some cosmic ray beams that lit up
the whole woodsly realm up in shades of baby blue;
and we've got blankets;
and candles;
and flashlights.
we back up our back up plans with other 'nother ones, yeah?
i can't say the same for all the neighbors, though.
our house looked like a perfect period reenactment was happenin',
warm waxy wick and wacky glow and all.
everywhere else looked like a big black block on the skyline.
i wonder if anyone else noticed that the suffusive azure outside
was so much F*n' better than the sad,
sorry simulacrum diffused by their televisons.
i mean,
without those big screens blaring and glaring,
and the flooded lights chasing away the deep dark around their houses,
they may have actually been forced to notice how dope it is out there.
or at least,
in sharp contrast to the night terrors of ma nature,
how warm and cozy our place looked up on the hill.
mood lighting is what we do, ninjas.
we kept it going from 8p.m. until 5:30a.m.
frosty like a snowman.
it was kind of awesome, in it's own way.
really REALLY rural and rustic.
well primitive an' that.
the sunlight and the electric lights all came on simultaneously.
but,
we may just torch up the tapers again tonight.
there's no such thing as too much of a good thing.
and there is never enough Folk Life active participation.
keeping warm,
and holding down the fortress.
the best adventures are the simplest ones;
never quiet, never soft.....