So many things, so many things, blogfriends. Firstly, I presume I should tell you I got my computer back yesterday. (Quite a relief to some of you who might have been left feeling unsatisfied by my raw attempts of iphone blogging. (: )
I won't lie, ya'll. My entire neighborhood came under the deranged suspicion that we'd just had an earthquake. Meanwhile, I checked my computer because everyone knows that power surges in computers that JUST ARRIVED BACK FROM THE SHOP aren't providential. There still wasn't any electricity, but I knew that the battery backup should've worked. It didn't. Dead computer. Again. Incensed and panicky, I was. "My computer...my computer," I lamented to the Husband at this point.
Okay, sidenote. Nothing brings neighbors together like swaying telephone poles and loss of electrical power. Everyone was all convivial, and a carnival-like atmosphere ensued. I ended up talking more to my neighbors than I have, well, EVER. I even found out from the lady next door that her father (also my neighbor) died a month ago, which she told me in a rather matter-of-fact voice that only being one-month-removed can provide. (Said to self, bring a cake over.) There was a lot of talk of insurance companies and the fried chicken she had been making when the power cut off. I said to the Husband later, "Can you IMAGINE? Frying chicken for one? That's the saddest thing I've ever heard."
I also discovered that the lady across the street has a son the same age as mine and goes to the SAME PRE-SCHOOL. Who knew? My son showed her son his new Spiderman lunchbox and they were fast friends.
It wasn't until the sheriff drove down the hill that we found out about the moving truck driver who had not only snapped a wire, but also brought down an entire pole. (We were frankly a little disappointed that it hadn't been an earthquake, which would've made for a much better story.) My son then showed the sheriff his Spiderman lunchbox, and they, too, were fast friends. For anyone interested, the sheriff's son has a Superman lunchbox.
So. My computer. Embarrassing as it was, we took my computer back to the store, saying nothing about the power surge/pseudo-earthquake/moving truck/Spiderman lunchbox. They plugged it in, and by Golly, it worked. It turned out to be a bad battery. And that brings you up to date.
P.S. To the new neighbors whose moving truck shut off the power of the entire street, welcome. (Jacka$$es.)
As I was leaning against the fence to get that "last great shot" of the sunrise, I looked up to find my redbone coonhound (Super Sadie Sue- Belle) studying me in her quiet way. If you haven't noticed from my various photos, she doesn't leave my side much. P.S. Mind the wrinked tablecloth in the background. (:
Secondly (there should always be a secondly when there's a firstly), today is the anniversary of the day that Jack Kerouac's On the Road was first published. I've scoured the internet for the song "Hey Jack Kerouac" by Natalie Merchant for your hearing pleasure, but to no avail. So the best I can do is give you some of the lyrics:
now for the tricky part
when you were the brightest star
who were the shadows?
of the San Francisco beat boys
you were the favorite
now they sit and rattle their bones
and think of their blood stoned days
you chose your words from mouths
of babes got lost in the woodthe hip flask slinging madman,
steaming cafe flirts
nights in Chinatown howling at night..."