Essay on a night without electricity for class 6
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Answer:
night without electricity makes our day irritating doesn't help us in any way
Explanation:
We were making our dinner last Tuesday when the kitchen light went out. A second later, I realized the new Bruno Mars album had stopped playing.
“Jason.” He was moving plates to the outdoor table. “I think the power just went out.”
opened the fridge. Dark. OK, no more opening the fridge. Oops, did it to put away the butter. Oops, did it again to grab the cheese.
Baby scooted across the living room, chasing toys with long shadows from the late Seattle spring sun. No power? I thought. No problem.
Except Jason was set to host a weekly Counter-Strike: Global Offensive community night on a couple borrowed servers. And I was planning to watch “Arrested Development.” Or edit a video. Or write a blog post. Or all three.
It was hardly a big deal. Just an interruption in our regularly scheduled programming. The Seattle City Light website said a fallen tree had cut power to about 250 North Seattleites. They’d restore it, they guessed, by 11:30 p.m. We hadn’t spent a night without screens. It felt like a challenge. Lazy and hungry, I shrugged it off. I sent off a couple tweets and emails and liked a few Facebook posts on my phone, more conscious of its proximity to me than usual. I do this all the time around dinner, don’t I? The phone sits on the kitchen counter or the table or the microwave so that when baby obsesses over pieces of cereal, Jason tends to the grill or the stir-fried veggies need another minute, I can sneak a peek at my digital universe.Outside, we talked. We heard the wind shake the spruces in our yard and noticed most every plane that criss-crossed the sky, lights blinking. There must have been 15 of them. The air got chilly and Jason put his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. My eyes adjusted and I saw the stars. The candlelight withstood the occasional gust and flickered green on the curve of the wine bottle. A couple hours in, we’d poured the last drop.
That night the world was real and quiet and I slept better than I had in weeks.
The power was back by the time baby woke us up in the morning.
I’d gone to bed thanking the tree.