So This Was My Birthday

Rain
It started with a view of rains as I woke up, this day of celebrating 64 years of my life.
But the rains gave way and I did what I had promised myself to do, to go town to buy stuff for a nice dinner ( and look for Canola oil ) and the makings of a cake.
And all went well, I even found the oil and I bought myself a birthday present, a $ 2.99 blue t-shirt.
And I fixed the dinner and sat down and ate it and was about ready to do the dishes and make the coffee and relax with some mindless stuff on the TV when
KABOOM
something made a very large bang and the lights went out.
It is remarkable how much we rely on electricity. Without it there is no TV, no radio, no computer and in my case, no telephone. Nor can one just sit and read a book, as candles, let me tell you, leave a lot to be desired for reading. Strangely enough I am presently reading Trollope, whose tomes take place in the later years of Victoria with candles and gas light. May hap they printed a larger font then.
So there I was. My birthday, all by myself, and no electricity.
Never before since I stopped smoking had I wanted a cigarette as much as I did then.
But I just walked and walked around the house and waited, hoping that things would magically get better.
They didn't and by ten I realized that this was it and went to bed.
So this was my birthday.
As a PS, they came and fixed the problem to-day about 5. We did not quite make the 24 hour line, but darn close.
Viva Mexico.