Friday, February 3, 2017
Cat Light on a Dark Night
At 5, R texted to see when I would be ready. I asked where he wanted me to meet him. He said he could get to where ever I wanted, so I said I wanted in front of my building. Time passed--25 minutes of it with me on the curb, in the wind, holding that heavy book bag and computer. I put my hoodie up and stood with my back to the wind. I watched the guys down the street loading and unloading giant dumpsters with a semi to haul off the debris from the day's demolition work and get ready for the next. I watched them lock up the construction site fences.
I had expected it would take a while, because traffic lines are lengthy on all roads, and there are long waits at the intersections. I finally pulled my phone out of my pocket to check with him, and saw where he had called 1 minute prior--but the phone had not rung. "I can't get to your building." I called him back and asked where he was. "In the parking lot by the chapel." I said I was on my way--trekking back the same several blocks, up a flight of stairs, down a flight of stairs as from the morning traipse. Another 20 minutes to get off campus and 10 more to get home.
We were standing in the kitchen talking when the electricity went out and we were standing in the kitchen in pitch black dark. I felt for the flashlight, and lit a couple of candles. All lights were out at our neighbors (believe me, around here, it could have been something else in this house going wrong) so we sat down to wait it out. It was a long wait.