  Happy Easter? urlLink eastereggs That makes 24 hours since Friday night that Ive been without power in the place. Four hours Friday night and Saturday morning. And then it blew again last night (due, I assume, to an improperly executed job on Friday) at about 11.
My fridge was starting to reach room temperature this afternoon causing me to worry a bit. Put my half and half in the freezer, clustered chilled sodas with the other spoilables. Looks like I wont have to prop a trashcan before an open refrigerator door after all. At least I got a lot of my reading done. Only a smidge of _Orlando_ since Ive gotten into a valuable habit of over-annotation. But what I really got done was prep work for my presentation on Post-Colonial Discourse (seems like it ought to be capitalized).
An incredibly dense twenty pages going over the entire book  my part is to go first, to lay out the framework of the rest of the text. Its the harder portion, I think, since I have so much to explain. And I only have five minutes to do it. Shit, I learned something, I spent a good amount of time resting my very angry- ankle, and I managed to intervene on TWO cat vomit episodes before they became more stains on my carpet. What a successful day! I even scraped up the pool of laundry detergent off the garage floor. Of course, I couldnt hose the rest away. With the power out, there was no way to open the garage door. Folks had their cars trapped on top of being s.o.l.
w/o electricity. Back to the cats. Does anyone know why they keep puking? The fat cat has an eating disorder, Im convinced. This time he ate too fast and started retching and undulating ON THE CARPET nearest his food dish. I grabbed him and threw him (yes, I was in urgent-mode) into the kitchen where I can easily clean it up. Then the little one went at it  I was tipped off by the sound of smacking lips like he was eating something. Far, far away from where the food is. I chased him down and threw him (again, yes) into a bathroom and shut the door. Torturous of me? It /was/ a dark bathroom. But shit! They puke twice a day! My plants are shredded, my carpet is continually spot cleaned with marginally acceptable success.
Do all animals do this? Is it wrong to want to snap the little cat in half? If Bryan was here, hed insist I get out of the house. When I get this sadistically frustrated, he helps thwart disaster by intervening and taking me out. However, Bryan is not here. But I did get a call from him today. To tell me his car has been stolen!
Yep, in the middle of his long-awaited road trip through California. He was parked at a brightly lit parking lot in a new BART station some 20 miles outside of the city of San Francisco itself. When he came back from the city, he found another car in his spot. No sign of the Saturn. Thank God he has good insurance  theyre getting him a rental car for nothing for an undetermined amount of time. And his good friend Julie lives up there; he was there to see her. (Insert sounds of goats bleating and roosters crowing incessantly whilst on the phone with me) and it seems she has a little house on the property that no ones living in for the time being. So hes safe and sound. But still. People suck. Poor lad. Can he get home in a rental car? Must he fly and leave all his camping gear up there with Julie? (His gear that fortunately was unloaded for the very reason that his car could be broken into) And what about his car?
Hell be cut a check for the bluebook, but that means hell have to start making payments each month again. Thus, no free fuck-around time. I feel bad for him. And Im so so glad I didnt go with him. Im in a state akin to holding my breath, just waiting to get my ankle fixed. And now that the other one is swelling and I can feel my heartbeat in my back, as usual. God help me if I dont have a glass of wine here at only 5pm. 
