I've been busy. Especially today. You see we received a notice from our electricity supplier the other day informing us that on Thursday, the 14th February, that we would be without power due to maintenance. Eight hours of no electricity. I fumed. Tossed the notice into the air and when it landed on the floor squashed it with my slippered feet and screamed.
It is hard to fathom in this day and age. I don't understand why they can't do maintenance at night when we are all a slumber and not in need of power. No power for eight hours. On Valentine's day. When I am finally saying goodbye to writer's block. When I'm in a good zone with my writing. When I'm so close to my story. When everyone is telling me that I've written enough for one day. When it's so cold and damp outside that your ass freezes off if the heating isn't on full force. When I can't follow the latest leak on the Savita Halappanavar case or the updates on the Magdalene Laundries and the still, to date, elusive apology.
So what did I do today? I worked all morning on my story. I printed it out just in case the gremlins got their greedy hands on it. I baked a Red Velvet cake for H as a Valentine gift and put it into the nice cold fridge to firm up until tomorrow evening when the power comes back and I can frost it. I ran the washing machine twice. I ironed stacks of clothes. Vacuumed the house. Prepared tacos for dinner. Googled frosting options for the cake. Wrote down various recipes. Turned on all the lights once the sun set. Put the heating on high. I lit candles.
Once I did all that I read a good interview on Edna O'Brien and her life and her new memoir Country Girl. I've always loved Edna. She was married to Ernest Gebler, a controlling man who was jealous of her talent. On one of her earlier manuscripts Gebler wrote a fatal note; 'there is no such thing as a blue road'. To this she replies as she has been replying throughout her life-'I knew there was. I had seen them...Roads were every colour, blue, grey, gold, sandstone and carmine'.
And so I move on. Gaze out at the black road this night. My mind packed to the hilt with words and dreams. I can hear H in the kitchen tidying up after dinner. Possibly opening up the fridge to see a blood red cake in there and probably guessing that it's for him.