So, that happened. Our power came back on around 4:30. Needless to say that was not the best night of sleep I’ve ever had.
Apparently it was just our street. More specifically, it was just our side of the street, in this particular block. Lucky us.
Anyway, no harm done. It stayed remarkably cool in the apartment, and we had little trouble sleeping. To the HydroOne guys who worked through the night in that insane heat: thankyouthankyouthankyou.
[tags]blackout (but not really)[/tags]
Our power just went out. Hooray. This is shapin’ up to be a great night.
[tags]blackout[/tags]
OK, I burned through the loose MP3s from January. Now on deck:
[tags]loose music[/tags]
My good friend MLS — who at this point must be staring at her pregnant belly and yelling, “Get the @$%& out!!” — wrote something today that made me howl:
“I’d like to compare how I am currently feeling, to what I imagine a small boy whould feel like who was just told by the school bully to meet him by the flagpole after class for a beating…Waiting is almost worse that the actual butt-kicking you are about to receive.”
She was due over a week ago; I was hoping she’d hold out until the 30th so her baby could share my birthday, but that date’s come and gone. Maybe she’ll match me in another way: I was 28 days overdue. Just kidding, M; I’m sure my mother wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Not only was I late, I was more than eleven pounds.
[tags]overdue babies, giant babies, giant overdue babies[/tags]
I’ve been adding so many “loose” MP3s to my collection without ever going back to listen them that I’ve decided to go back and make daily playlists. I’ve added all the songs that I downloaded (and kept) in January:
[tags]loose music[/tags]
It’s hotter than Satan’s asscrack out there. I’ve only felt humidity like this once before: in New Orleans.
It’s days like this I pine for dear old Nova Scotia. Dear old moderate, damp Nova Scotia.
.:.
So yes, there is a plan underway for us to become vegetarians. We plan to ease into it slowly, over the next few months, and by the new year hopefully we’ll be fully veggie (though Nellie plans to eat fish; I haven’t yet decided whether or not I will) and not sliding down a slope of protein deficiency.
On making these plans, it occurs to me that I will have become, in my father’s eyes, a vegetarian atheist Upper Canadian banker. It remains to be seen whether or not he’ll let me in the house. If he does, I believe it will be just to assert his dominance at cribbage.
[tags]humidity, vegetarianism, cribbage[/tags]
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