let there be light, darlings.

 

oh!

SO HAPPY.

it’s 5AM in downtown manhattan and suddenly the bedside lamp, the one that had trying to valiantly provide light but failed as soon as the blackout hit on monday at 20:00 hours in the evening just sprung proudly into service again.

we have never been so happy to see its shining face.

darlings – our friends from what apparently was dubbed SoPo (South of Power) – do you have light too?

street lamps and everything?

all ALIVE!

delicious.

a Huge Exhale.

the life this past week has been strange – heading uptown 60 blocks to find showers at the gym (memories of boarding school watching Tough Prefect-style behavio(u)r in the Orderly Queue monitoring towel usage rations), heading into the Dark Zone with a hand flashlight, seeing cops directing traffic in the pitch black with red flares as the sun went down, watching movies while the power cells diminished into red, by candlelight, with canned soup and evaporated milk with coffee (no fresh milk to be had downtown since the fridges broke – we popped our head inside the fridge just now to say hello – and there it was – an almost empty tin of coffee and some crackers from a Nordic country – smiling back, quite friendless, we shall re-stock with fresh items when the Shops Re-open) and a flashlight to read by in bed in the Extreme cold under Mountains of quilts.

it’s over.

it got darkest before the dawn indeed.

and an hour or so ago we heard shouts outside – the first street-light-had-come-on – we felt how cold it was in the apartment by pulling our head unwillingly off the pillow – and went back to sleep again.

and then – just now – the lamp burst into proud Light.

let there be light, darlings.

so relieved.

so relieved.

 

 

12 thoughts on “let there be light, darlings.

  1. Heather in Arles says:

    Hello there and hooray!! I am so happy that you are no longer in SoPo but in the Land of the Light! TG, I was very moved by your comment over at D’s–I have been very frustrated with the press in that I haven’t been able to understand what people’s experience have been like. In reading your comment, it all clicked together for me. But I see here that you were very brave in your time without electricity and made the best of it. So glad it is over!
    Waving back from Provence,
    Heather

    1. teamgloria says:

      Heather

      How lovely to have a Visitor from Provence!

      And most grateful for your kind empathy. This storm has shown us the glimpses of humanity and touches of beauty that make such experiences worthwhile.

      Waving back, enveloped in cashmere (chilly in manhattan)

      _tg xx

  2. 1904 says:

    Always darkest just before the dawn indeed!
    One of Mother’s favorite expressions. She found frequent occasion to employ it.
    In your case, it fit.
    So happy you’ve got power back. SoPo No Mo!
    Love from a brisk and sunny west,

  3. Michael says:

    Glory!
    I’ve been keeping close tabs and reading your posts all week so I know that through the madness you’ve been alright- so relieved to hear this morning that you have lights once more! Kudos to an entire city for rising up, not melting down- yourself included. While the camaraderie of New Yorkers is a comfort, I’m sure you’re looking forward to the sunshine of Silverlake! Just don’t forget to have a knish from a cart for me before you do…xx

    1. teamgloria says:

      Dearest Michael

      We just went to the Portuguese deli and had a bacon sandwich on kaiser roll and hot coffee with Real Milk. #bliss

      Thanks for keeping tabs on us!

      Waving from a well-lit and warm apartment for the first time in a week.

      _tg xx

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