Energy-Share

When we were first married, we lived in a little shoe-box of an apartment in Boston. We drew this curtain around us, no tv, no home-internet, no computer for that matter, and no call-waiting. We were working at the food co-op, trying to bike to work even in the snow. As that first year passed, we began to expand the curtain, Geoff picked up a vcr at a yard sale. And then we obtained a 9 inch color tv from his parents. And then a little later, we tried to set up my college computer. The computer was the last straw. The little apartment's circuits seemed energetically over-loaded. If were on the phone, of course, this affected the computer. I even felt that listening to Chris Lydon's radio show as obsessively as I did was somehow interfering with my sewing machine. It was as if, we had to keep all the electronic-use in balance.

After a day of Church, a birthday party and more than nine innings of baseball with 7 year olds, we were feeling our energetic limit. Then, last night, after returning from dinner with friends, we put the kids to bed. I thought, no table to clear, no dishes. This should be a fun little evening for us. I said, let's build a fire, drink some tea and catch up on New York Times. Somewhere after the article about Maggie Gyllenhaal and a few of the wedding announcements, I promptly passed out on the couch. Geoff laughed, I had the caffeinated tea. It hadn't taken me 20 minutes to completely short-circuit and narcoleptic-like go face down.
I think I had given my energy to Geoff who read his news, filled out the majority of the crossword puzzle, and even had time to update his website.