Electricity Duplicity
Last night, Trish returned to work, after a weekend (what else?) watching movies. Fred gave her a ride home Friday, after working some on the keyboard with me--we struggled to figure out what a 9th chord is--& then last night gave her a ride to work, on observing that the heat might fry her, while Jeffer Auss came over, as usual, to give her her free ride, in exchange for her employee meal. About 7:00, I turned on the air-conditioner in the bedroom, like usual, so it'd be bearable when we went to bed. However, once he left, we noticed that everything in the bedroom didn't work. Assuming the circuit breaker was blown, we went & flipped all the switches--nothing happened, so we Kalled Karen. She suggested bringing Jeffer back over; he decided it was probably a blown breaker...
It wasn't. Karen called us this morning & gave us the number of Shine Electric -- the light of good works shine -- & we called them. They called back a bit later & said they could have a guy over in "about half an hour". The guy came, & checked out the circuit breaker -- that wasn't the problem. After checking every outlet & light on that breaker, he determined that it was something in the attic. He ran out to the Invisible Electricity Truck, got a ladder, & spent a quarter of an hour crawling around up there. He just left; just a loose wire. He also replaced the bad switch that Trish always complains about.
Trish has been Cranky Bear all day. She wanted me to walk all the way down to Down Under with her, for the exercise, as she wants me to lose weight. However, my hip has been hurting me, so I cancelled. Then she decided she couldn't walk; she needed a ride, Could Karen? Could Carmen? Karen agreed to give her a ride there & back again, but Trish'd have to be at the office at quarter of. She called while the Electricity Duplicity guy was still here, saying she'd made an appointment with Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name) on Monday. I don't know what's bothering her. I don't think she needs anymore medication, cuz when the tranks begin to flow I really don't care anymore, albeit all the Scientology quacks reading this, you can all go take a fucking walk & I guess that I just don't know...
Haldol, be the death of me!
It wasn't. Karen called us this morning & gave us the number of Shine Electric -- the light of good works shine -- & we called them. They called back a bit later & said they could have a guy over in "about half an hour". The guy came, & checked out the circuit breaker -- that wasn't the problem. After checking every outlet & light on that breaker, he determined that it was something in the attic. He ran out to the Invisible Electricity Truck, got a ladder, & spent a quarter of an hour crawling around up there. He just left; just a loose wire. He also replaced the bad switch that Trish always complains about.
Trish has been Cranky Bear all day. She wanted me to walk all the way down to Down Under with her, for the exercise, as she wants me to lose weight. However, my hip has been hurting me, so I cancelled. Then she decided she couldn't walk; she needed a ride, Could Karen? Could Carmen? Karen agreed to give her a ride there & back again, but Trish'd have to be at the office at quarter of. She called while the Electricity Duplicity guy was still here, saying she'd made an appointment with Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name) on Monday. I don't know what's bothering her. I don't think she needs anymore medication, cuz when the tranks begin to flow I really don't care anymore, albeit all the Scientology quacks reading this, you can all go take a fucking walk & I guess that I just don't know...
Haldol, be the death of me!
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