Our phone, internet and cable TV stopped working. We used my cell phone to notify our provider and schedule a technician to visit this morning.
Janet had an early morning appointment, so she was up and out of the house early. Rather than eat my breakfast while watching some Sunday morning show, or something I had previously recorded, I sat out on the patio and enjoyed my Coach’s Oats with a cut up banana…and a hot chocolate.
Far from silence, I was sitting in the middle of a chorus of bird songs. The flutter of wings, and the squeaks of hummingbirds greeted me as I sat there. Everything else was quiet, and while I sat motionless, a flock of quail strolled in to sample the seeds I had put out on the hill behind our house. They didn’t even notice me as they milled about, chirping at each other and eating.
After finishing breakfast, I didn’t check my email. I didn’t check my news feed in FaceBook. I didn’t check out my Twitter feed. I didn’t pop-up Zite. I didn’t fire up my favorite Pandora channel.
I grabbed my Kindle and read. This is something usually reserved for the final sleepy minutes of my day, around bedtime. A big reading session at that time is about fifteen minutes. This morning, I read for about two hours. It’s amazing how fast I can read when I’m actually awake and not distracted.
Of course, there were times when the bird action around me was so intense that I couldn’t help but stop reading and enjoy the show. I also heard an argument going on up the hill from our house between a mom and her twenty-something daughter. It’s sad that they were spending their early Sunday time arguing. Seems like a waste of a glorious morning.
I hear the technician arriving out front. I wonder if I should answer the door when he knocks.
P.S. Since you’re seeing this post, you guessed it…I answered the door. We may be back on the grid, but we plan to make this house a grid-free zone on a regular basis going forward.