Winter, winter; wherefore art thou, winter?
As we’ve enjoyed our unseasonably warm and spring-like days I have said to anyone who will listen (and several who would not) that I feared winter’s arrival, because I’ve lived in the frozen north a long time, and I happen to know that winter WILL arrive. With a vengeance.
Of course, I was picturing something more along the lines of a couple of feet of snow. That’ll come later, I suppose.
Today was something. Hello, ice!
The kids are off school and hanging out with their dad, so I slept late, puttered around, and thought about starting on painting the ceilings downstairs. I’ve been trying to get to this particular task since before Christmas, and it just keeps not getting done. But today, today I’d have plenty of kid-free time to take care of it! I mean, look outside! Freezing rain as far as the eye can see. A great day to stay in and paint.
I got some work done and was giving myself the mental “just 5 more minutes” to poke around online when everything went dark.
Oh. Right. Here in what has been the land of perpetual summer, I forgot about some things. Like that ice is heavy. Like that sometimes heavy ice makes things fall down.
A quick prowl around the premises didn’t reveal anything obvious; no power lines twitched on my front lawn, all of the trees appeared to be upright and intact, if somewhat glassy and other-world-ly in their armor of icicles. Oh, well. I would read for a little while. With a flashlight. Surely the power would be back on soon.
I tried not to flinch every time I heard a great shattering of too-heavy icicles detaching from the trees and exploding on the ground below.
After an hour passed, I called the power company. The recording that greeted me started out: “We are currently experiencing widespread outages due to extreme weather in the following areas:” after they listed about a dozen towns, I hung up. Hmmmm. I went back to my book.
My hand started to cramp from holding the flashlight. I decided to take a nap.
When I woke up, I still didn’t have any power.
Somewhere between four and five hours after it blinked out, the power did eventually come back on. By that time, all inclination to paint the ceiling had passed (what if I started and the power went out again? did I really want to be on a ladder with paint dripping in my hair if that happened?) and I accepted that the day would be a wash.
So naturally I sat down and started Googling people I used to go to school with a million years ago.
The bad news is that I didn’t find the person I really wanted to find. I wonder where she is, and what she’s doing, but she seems to have vanished off the face of the earth. The good news is that I discovered that the drama department I attended in college has an alumni page.
Oh, how I chuckled to start flipping through the directory. So many people I hadn’t thought of in years. So many of them actually making livings as actors and actresses. So many of them… not.
[And I especially like how they have Taye Diggs listed as location unknown. Yes. Totally unknown. If you live UNDER A ROCK.]
As I was scrolling through, I wondered if they knew where I am. I mean, no one has contacted me, and I didn’t know of the page before today, so probably they had no—
Oh. There I am. Current location: Los Angeles, CA.
My gaze wandered over to the window, and to the shiny, icy trees outside.
I have never lived in Los Angeles in my entire life.
I started to fill out the form to update them, and then stopped. What the heck. Let them think I’m in LA. Amongst a registry of theater students, the location fits right in. I might be working steadily as an extra, for all they know. I mean, what are the chances that anyone reading down that list is going to say, “Oh, Mir. I remember her. I bet she’s living in New England with a couple of kids and making her living glued to the computer in her pajamas.”
Hey, Los Angeles is nice. I just hope I haven’t gotten any Botox or anything… that stuff is scary.