Have you ever tried to push the numbers on a telephone in total darkness?

Well, YE Old Writer (YOW) made such an attempt about 8:15 p.m. Sunday, when a brief power outage hit my home. Folks, finding the right numbers on a telephone in “pitch darkness” is not an easy chore. I only had to locate three numbers 9-1-1, but it was a most difficult assignment.

The first problem was finding my way from the den to the kitchen, where the nearest phone was located. That, too, was not an easy job.

I had been watching television in my den, when all of a sudden I was in complete darkness. This was the beginning of my dilemma as I slowly felt my way toward the kitchen phone. I tried to remember where various pieces of furniture were located. The walls turned out to be my best friend. I had one hand on the wall and one hand stretched out in front of me. I also slid my feet forward to prevent stumbling over any object.

I finally reached the phone. I remembered the “9” would be in the lower right-hand corner and the “1” would be in the upper left-hand corner. So I pushed the two buttons, and within a short time a lady answered on 911. She advised I should call TXU.

I explained to her, “I’m doing by best in dialing you on the phone in total darkness. I can’t find another number in the dark.”

She explained to me the power would be off about five minutes. Her estimate was fairly accurate. The electricity was off about eight minutes.

Concluding the brief 911 conversation, I began to ask myself, “Where’s the flashlight?” I recalled it was in my bedroom by my bed. Thus I had to walk the complete length of the house from the kitchen to the master bedroom.

Again, I faced a difficult task of feeling my way in total darkness. The walls continued to be my friend. I could tell my trusted three-year-old Papillon dog, Mandy, was closely following me.

It was during this slow trek to the retrieve the flashlight that this thought popped into my mind - “Stuart, if you fall and break a leg or hip, what will you do.”

With that thought in mind, I became more careful as I finally made my way to the flashlight. One flip of the switch and the flashlight sprung into action. I looked at Mandy, and she looked at me as if to say, “Did I do something wrong?” I patted her head, and in a short period of time the power returned.

I must admit I was apprehensive the remainder of the night for fear another power failure might occur - no more problems. Thank you, TXU for restoring my electrical power.

Dr. Chilton is a retired journalist/educator, who lives in Stephenville. He occasionally writes for this newspaper.