#writephoto — Off Grid

D91B4BFB-A22F-4358-931D-5FE9B1D51647“It’s stunning,” Donna said as she looked out of the cabin window. Paul walked over to her and handed her a mug of hot, steaming coffee, which she readily accepted.

“I knew you’d love it out here,” Paul said as he put his arms gently around Donna’s waist so as not to spill her coffee.

“I do, Paul. I was hesitant at first, but I’m so glad you talked me into it.”

“We’re completely off grid, Donna,” Paul said. “No electricity, no TV, no radio, no internet, no cellphone service. Just the two of us and our books, a fully stocked pantry, plenty of wood to keep the fire going and the coffee hot on the potbelly stove.”

“Yes,” said Donna. “And we’ve got each other. There’s nothing more that either of us needs.”

The two of them stood by the window looking out across the value toward the mountains. “What’s that?” Paul asked, putting down his coffee.

“What’s what?” Donna asked, some concern in her voice.

“That!” Paul said, pointing down toward a green light in the grassy area just a few yards outside the cabin. He walked over to the cabin door, opened it, and stepped outside to get a closer look.

From her window view, Donna saw Paul approach the area where they saw the green light. She saw him look up and point toward the sky, and then look back at her with an expression of dread on his face.

When a beam of green light shown down on Paul and instantly vaporized him, Donna knew that it was all over. Nothing could save her. Nothing could save humanity. Even out here, in the middle of nowhere, no one would be spared. The aliens had won.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

All I Need Is a Miracle

B074BDFD-7CD2-4B3F-9036-16B1EA76D599I was going to write a post in response to today’s WordPress one-word prompt, “miraculous,” suggesting that what our country needs is something miraculous in order to save it from the damage being done to it and to us by Donald Ttump and the Republicans.

But then I decided to go another route and to post this song by Mike & The Mechanics, written by guitarist Mike Rutherford and producer Christopher Neil in 1985.

Enjoy.

I said go if you want to go
Stay if you want to stay
I didn’t care if you hung around me
I didn’t care if you went away
And I know you were never right
I’ll admit I was never wrong
I could never make up my mind
I made it up as I went along

And though I treated you like a child
I’m gonna miss you for the rest of my life

All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you

I never had any time
And I never had any call
But I went out of my way just to hurt you
The one I shouldn’t hurt at all
I thought I was being cool
Yeah, I thought I was being strong
But it’s always the same old story
You never know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

If I ever catch up with you
I’m gonna love you for the rest of your life

All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
(All I need is a miracle) all I need is a miracle, all I need is you
(All I need is a miracle) all I need is a miracle, all I need is you

And if I ever catch up with you
I’m gonna love you for the rest of your life

All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
(All I need is a miracle) all I need is a miracle, all I need is you
(All I need is a miracle) all I need is a miracle, all I need is you
(All I need is a miracle) all I need is a, all I need is a
(All I need is a miracle) all I need is you
(All I need is a miracle) all I need is you (all I need is a miracle)
(All I need is a miracle, all I need is a miracle
(All I need is a miracle) all I need is a miracle
(All I need is a miracle)

The Telephone Book

Did you know that the first telephone directory was actually a single page printed on a piece of cardboard? Published on February 21, 1878, it listed 50 individuals, businesses, and other offices in New Haven, Connecticut that had telephones. No phone numbers or addresses. Just names.

Do you remember receiving telephone books? They used to be huge, thick books with names, addresses, and phone numbers in tiny print on page after page. The White Pages book contained the residential listings and the Yellow Pages book consisted of listings and display ads for local businesses.

The Yellow Pages had this whole advertising campaign built around the tag line, “Let your fingers do the walking.” Even the logo showed two stylistic fingers walking across the Yellow Pages book.

When I was growing up, the local telephone company would deliver the residential White Pages telephone book along with the Yellow Pages business directory to each household every year. Since we lived in the suburbs of a major metropolitan area, both books were quite thick.

I was always excited when the new phone books were delivered. I’d immediately look up our name to make sure they had our address and phone number listed correctly. And then I’d spend several hours going through the White Pages directory to look up the addresses and phone numbers of all of my friends.

I’ve been reminiscing about phonebooks recently. Over the past few days, the current edition of local telephone directories were delivered to most of the homes in my neighborhood. These thin books, not even an inch and a half thick including both white and yellow pages, are a shadow of what they once were. They barely resemble the massive directories that used to be dropped off on everyone’s doorsteps.

That may be because every year, fewer and fewer people rely on printed telephone directories. Most people these days use online searches to find people and businesses.

No directory was dropped off on our doorstep because we don’t have a landline. Apparently if you don’t have a landline, you don’t exist to the phone company.

I wonder how much longer paper telephone books will be around. I am pretty sure that most go directly from the doorstep to the recycling bin. I can’t imagine that it’s cost effective to compile, print, and deliver these vestiges of a quieter, quainter past, much less profitable for the companies that print and distribute them.

Does anybody still use telephone books? Do you?