|It's Tuesday, it's raining and I woke up too early, so I wrote this
||[Jul. 24th, 2012|11:07 am]
For the record, I got the new a/c installed. I got to enjoy the cool air for about half an hour before heading out to a folk sing. While at the folk sing, a big storm system swept through and the power flickered on and off at the pub. And we all rolled our eyes and said “not again!” but it came back on and everything was fine. Except that I suddenly thought “Oh, if I go home and I don’t have power, mere HOURS after getting air conditioning again, I will completely LOSE MY NUT.” |
Luckily, when I got home the power was still on, and everything was dandy. And chilly. Lovely.
So, after picking up my god-dog, who was spending the weekend with me, I headed home, anticipating a quiet evening that would include a glass of wine, part two of The Last King, and greyhound snoring, in the comfort of a temperature controlled climate.
(You can see this coming, right? Next time you accuse me of worrying too much about something going wrong, I want you to remember this moment right here.)
So, I get home and instead of being a lovely 73 degrees inside the house, it’s 80. Because my just barely 48 hours old system is not working. So, instead of wine and relaxing, there were flashlight inspections of the heat pump in the dark and rain, breaker/fuse checks, thermostat testing, poring through the manuals of both the new thermostat and the system, as the heat was working, and the fan was working, but no cold. Which meant it was beyond my capability to fix. So I fired up the window unit, which thankfully, I had not had time to yank out yet, put in a service call and then spent the next day waiting for the repairman to come and replace the bad compressor pump.
On the one hand, I’m grateful that really, nothing horrible seems to happen to me. But this whole pecked to death by ducks thing is just so TEDIOUS.
I was coaching a female colleague, at happy hour, on how to get her lazy boyfriend to pitch in more around the house. If by “coach” I mean “tell”. And one of my male colleagues said “Whew, you must be a handful!” And I said “You need an E Ticket for THIS ride, darling.” And for a moment I was gratified that several people found that funny…except when I looked at their ages, I thought, oh, I said “ride”. And they think an E Ticket is…Sigh. At least my colleague was old enough to get it, and that’s all that really counted, since he thought it was hysterical.
But here, children, in the times before we roamed the internet, DisneyWorld and DisneyLand had paper tickets. And you’d buy booklets of tickets instead of just paying and having access to everything. And rides were rated – there were “A” rides, and “B” rides, on up to “E”. The A’s and B’s were low excitement, not as popular, C & D more popular, more exciting and the E tickets were for the very latest, cutting edge rides. And the tickets were priced accordingly – so you could go on the Dumbo ride all day long, but Space Mountain was an E-Ticket. (Please remember that this was the first roller coaster in the dark and truly a fierce experience at the time. I actually enjoy it now, which goes to show you how wimpy it is compared to modern coasters. But then….WHOO.) Pirates of the Caribbean, an E-Ticket, until they phased out E-Tickets shortly afterwards. Or right before. But you’re getting the point. And for the record, the Disney organization still refers to attractions/events as being E-Tickets, even though they phased tickets out in the 70’s, which was probably before most of their employees were born. So there, a bit of cultural reference education for you.
Last night I was having a wee nightcap of Root on the rocks, perusing an article online and I heard a loud SNAP. So I ducked. Except it was just an ice cube cracking, and in ducking all I did was move closer to the source of potential danger. File under: this is why I’m not afraid of much, because my response will be inappropriate anyway.
Whew. I finally finished the first Game of Thrones book last night. Now that I have my own mental image of the world and the concepts and some of the people, I can watch the series. I’ll have to see if I keep going on the books. It was okay…but writing-wise, a little facile. If I had as much time to read as I used to, I’d definitely keep going – but there are so many good books on my reading list, that it’s hard to commit to these big monster books, unless they’re brilliant in either style, concept or story. And this one just isn’t covering new territory for someone who grew up on this type of fiction. I do know that my strategy of doing it as a Kindle download, so I wouldn’t have to handle a fat book was probably a mistake. If I really want to tear through a book, unless I’m traveling, Kindle is not the way to go. I just don’t have time for my book to boot up every time I pick it up. I could be ten pages into a physical book, by the time I get to the page I’m reading on my Kindle. And then, just as there’s some deadly combination of keys I often hit by mistake in gmail that erases whatever I just wrote and immediately saves the blank e-mail, I keep doing something that completely loses my place in the book I’m reading. And with a physical book, you can just eyeball where you were….although I’m learning to note what % I’m at in the book, so at least I’m not completely lost. Anyway – it has its uses – ironically, it was a godsend during the power outage, when I could continue to read in low light. And I’ll download something shorter to read while on vacation/travelling – but it was with great relief that I turned to my hard copy of Ape House.
I’ve got a post brewing on interspecies interactions, but in the meantime, if you need a moment of “aaaawww” in your day: