We here at the Blind Butcher have been in a touch of a pickle over the past weekend. As it turned out, and much to our bemusement, we were the unhappy recipients of a full 24 hour power outage.
Apparently the wiring to our apartment building (at least the underground main stuff) has been doing its thing since back in the 60s. In the intervening decades time has had its way with our poor little electrical mainline and it all came to a head on Saturday night.
This would maybe not big so big a deal if, say, it was winter, and if, say, the place wasn't full of children. Of course, as it turned out, it was a balmy summer night when it all went black, and there were kids galore.
I would have to categorize the following 24 hours as strained.
It was 85 in here that night and there was zero air circulation. Bad mojo.
The tards at the management office were short on relevant information, and once I hunted down the repair crew(s), they weren't much better.
And as the hours turned into a day, the estimates for completion grew and grew and grew.
The "These things happen," consolation tossed my way by the unibrow repair man did little to placate my discomfort.
C'est la vie, I guess.
In the immortal words of Cinderella (the band, not the little tarted-up congenial Miss Royal Pants), you don't know what you got until it's gone.
Sage advice.
I could hang with the lights being out, though having no Internet access was a bit daunting on my electronic jones, and I could hang with the dead silence of there being nothing running in the entire chunk of our block. What killed me was the stagnant air and the stickiness that clung to us like leeches.
My poor daughter couldn't sleep, like me, and so we both spent the night on the floor, tossing and turning. She kept waking up and trying to walk around in the dark, so I was unable to actually fall into anything too much like actual sleep since she kept walking into things in the dark.
Adventures abound, I guess, and you just have to do the best you can with what you have.
Right? I mean, that is right, isn't it?
Holy Christ, I hadn't considered that I might be wrong about that.
Monday, September 8, 2008
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Oh man, should have slept in a tub of cold water or at least drowned yourself. I've been there. That happened to us the last Summer we lived in the humid city.
When the a/c went out in the middle of the night, it woke me up. Not the absence of sound or anything, just the immediate icky feeling - the thick air comes rolling in like a wall of water being held back merely by a sheet of saran wrap.
No wonder the natives who lived here before Western Culture (and who are now not surprisingly extinct) would starve through the Summer - the land being completely unlivable.
(you might have cursed yourself, btw, with your last post)
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