My electricity was out for hours today. Evidently, the entire subdivision was affected, but I don’t know why. It’s the first time it took something like five hours to fix.
I was working along and then wham! it went out. I was sweating out losing all the work I’d done this morning, but Scrivener saves every two seconds, isn’t that great? I only lost a few of the changes I’d made in the edits.
You can’t do much but read in an outage. I was just grateful I had a book downloaded on my tablet and two battery packs filled with power in case I needed them.
Cell phones are marvelous, aren’t they? They can still connect to the outside world. The electric company kept sending me emails that the problem was fixed and I kept calling them back – uh, no, it’s not.
I exercised in the dark in my gym. I didn’t want to waste the time. That was kind of a cool experience. Stanley didn’t know what to think. He was a dark shadow in a dark, shadowed room. I did get to read for hours, however, and that was lovely. Oh, and it wasn’t very hot today so it was bearable in the house. We’ve had rain and it cooled everything down a little.
We’re finally back up and running which means that Stanley has to bark at all the ceiling fans. 🙂 I swear, the longer I’ve had him the odder he gets. I wonder, is it being around me?
I’ll be honest, the days really don’t matter much anymore. Friday used to be a big deal when I was in the corporate world. Now all it means is that I have to finish my week’s quota and that Saturday is laundry day. Or I have to work all weekend to make up for what I didn’t get done during the week.
I once read a study that said if you were interrupted at work it took approximately twenty minutes to return to your earlier focus. For me it’s much longer. If I’m writing and the plumber comes it throws off hours of work. Same thing for errands I need to perform. That’s why I try to cram everything into one day during the week. If I can get something done on the weekend, all the better.
Today, however, is a free day. As I mentioned yesterday I finished one book and am due to start revisions on another on Monday. Today I get to reorganize the kitchen – again – dust, and vacuum. Be still my heart. And read. Today I can read for hours.
I found the image at the top of the post the other day and could only laugh. Man, is that true for me. I used to be a night owl. No longer. I have to be in bed at a decent hour. I may watch TV or read for a little while, but since I start my day around 5:00 AM I have to get to sleep early. Regardless of whether it’s Friday or not.
Okay, this is such a first world problem, but I detest a chore I have to do on Wednesdays and Thursdays – schlepping the full garbage container down to the curb and picking up the empty container the next day.
I hate, hate, hate this job because the dang thing is so heavy that it’s almost painful. My back doesn’t like it. My mood doesn’t like it. I get surly when I have to do it. In other words, I’m pretty much a baby about it.
Yesterday it rained like crazy and I didn’t take the container to the curb. I don’t when it rains because it’s slick on the driveway and I don’t want to fall down and go boom. But I could have taken it this morning because it isn’t raining. I’m telling myself that I don’t REALLY need to take the garbage out this week.
Y’all, when I said I was a baby about this, I mean I am a real kicking heels, screaming until face is red, tantrum having baby. I’m not the least bit adult about it. I would rather clean bathrooms all day long than to have to deal with the garbage.
Is there anything you hate to do around the house? Anything you’re kind of a baby about?
I’m rather hard headed – as you’ve probably figured out. I don’t give up easily. I’m not going to have a headstone, but if I did it would say: She never gave up.
However, there are times when I think God or the Universe is trying to get my attention.
For example, this morning.
The very nice plumbers are here installing another PRV. Stanley is in his halter, barking like mad (he’s going into the backyard when they come into the house), so working is a little difficult. I have this project I want to finish before January 15th, but it requires a lot of focus.
I don’t have that right now.
So, I wrote this very long blog post that segued into a rant. I was all ranty and foaming at the mouth. I pontificated. I was on my soapbox.
I accidentally erased the whole thing.
I don’t know how I did it. I’m using a different blog editor from WordPress’s default editor so I’m still working out the kinks. I went back, recreated it as well as I could and lost the second version.
That was pretty much a slap in the face.
It was like someone was saying: It’s Karen Ranney, not Karen Ranty.
How much you wanna bet I don’t lose this post? (I didn’t, so message received.)
Hear noises every morning you come into your office. Since you start work before 5:00 AM, this is early, before sunrise.
Stare at the ceiling for several minutes as you listen to the footsteps, scrabbling, and generally sounds you don’t expect in your ceiling.
Talk to your dog about the noises.
Go get the broom and hit the ceiling repeatedly, then the exterior walls, all while discussing the issue with your dog.
Congratulate yourself on your brilliance when the noise stops.
On the second day, hear footsteps, something that sounds like curtain rings sliding across a rod, and strangely enough, the sound of something metallic being dropped.
Repeat #4 for at least ten minutes.
On the third day, don’t even talk to the dog. Just get the broom and start banging the hell out of everything. Dog retreats from the room, just in case.
Grab your Amazon Tap, the Alexa speaker that uses batteries, and command it to play marching bands. Turn the speaker up to ear bleed levels and hold the speaker up to the vent.
Realize you have lost your mind and the battle with the varmint. It is merrily running all over the ceiling – which is hard to do since this is a cathedral ceiling.
Give up and call Varmint Masters. They’ll be here tomorrow morning. It’s curtains for you, squirrel or possum or skunk or cat or whatever you are. Okay, maybe not curtains. I don’t want you dead. I just want you gone.