Nineth-four – I counted the first time, then I realized I had not counted some of the ceiling lights. Starting again in the utility room I counted ten. Oh, yes, I was counting things that would not work without electricity. Washer, dryer, two ceiling lights, blender, electric knive, electric mixer, fragrance jigger, hot pot, flashlight.
Now why would I do that? Just because there isn’t much else to do without electricity. So I continued my walk through the rest of my rooms. Didn’t go to the garage; there are bunch of things in there.
I felt a bit like a cheater when I counted the iron since I haven’t used it in fourteen years ago when I pressed my graduation gown the night I received my D.Min degree. Since then I haven’t used it except to press decals on quilt blocks. All of a sudden I had an urge to get up and iron that dress waiting for the dryer to come on so I have give it a nice “wrinkle out” tumble.
And the glue gun. Just think of all I could do if I could heat the glue gun. Repair picture frames, put beads in stove burner holders to make pictures of fish, fix the do-ma-jigger waiting to be put on the yellow thing-a-ma-jig in the upper left top shelf in the clothes closet.
Just giving you a fair picture of what life is like without electricity produced by the greedy oil industry and the millions of people who work there. Me? I thank them and appreciate our $1.56 gallon gas. Really. I’m not kidding. Most places are $1.65 to $1.72. Something like that.