Outage.
So yesterday was retcon and treebyleaf's tenth anniversary, a day that came
and went with much less angst on my part than I'd always anticipated there
would be. They spent the day in Leavenworth and I met up with
them and hetaera15, kespernorth and smileloki at Shari's. Much conversation and fun. Crashed at Dan
and Kate's afterward.
Get home around noon and discover that the power in my building is off.
Not a problem, not really; there's some gloomy gray daylight filtering in through my windows, I have candles to light the rest of the place, and there's nothing in the refrigerator worth worrying about. I grope around for a can of cat food and feed the cat, then feed myself. (Fortunately I'd stopped at Arby's drive-through on the way back.)
The stereo doesn't have enough battery power to play a CD, so I flip it over to radio, expecting it's still tuned to C89.5 FM for a little techno. It's not. It's somehow on KBCS -- so instead, I get strange old acoustic folk music -- some piece recorded in 1929(!) and an unaccompanied version of "Trouble So Hard." (I'm a modern enough boy that I'd only heard the Moby version before.) The music really suited my electricity-deprived state, giving me the surreal impression that this whole modern age was just a fad that had finally passed.
I finish my lunch and then take a candle-lit shower. I'm mildly worried about running out of hot water, but there's plenty.
Nothing much left to entertain me here. I try calling windbourne, to see if she's busy this afternoon, but there's no answer. No answer likewise at Riff and treebyleaf's place. Oh, well, left to my own devices.
I've been saying lately that I'm still not getting enough exercise, so I figure I'll head out to Greenlake. I don't need to be at work until 6:00pm, so there's plenty of time. Spend an hour or so rummaging through my CD collection -- it's a mess -- looking for music to take with me.
I gather the last couple of things I need and am moments from heading out the door.
.... With an audible click, my lights come back on.
I'm still leaving.
Get home around noon and discover that the power in my building is off.
Not a problem, not really; there's some gloomy gray daylight filtering in through my windows, I have candles to light the rest of the place, and there's nothing in the refrigerator worth worrying about. I grope around for a can of cat food and feed the cat, then feed myself. (Fortunately I'd stopped at Arby's drive-through on the way back.)
The stereo doesn't have enough battery power to play a CD, so I flip it over to radio, expecting it's still tuned to C89.5 FM for a little techno. It's not. It's somehow on KBCS -- so instead, I get strange old acoustic folk music -- some piece recorded in 1929(!) and an unaccompanied version of "Trouble So Hard." (I'm a modern enough boy that I'd only heard the Moby version before.) The music really suited my electricity-deprived state, giving me the surreal impression that this whole modern age was just a fad that had finally passed.
I finish my lunch and then take a candle-lit shower. I'm mildly worried about running out of hot water, but there's plenty.
Nothing much left to entertain me here. I try calling windbourne, to see if she's busy this afternoon, but there's no answer. No answer likewise at Riff and treebyleaf's place. Oh, well, left to my own devices.
I've been saying lately that I'm still not getting enough exercise, so I figure I'll head out to Greenlake. I don't need to be at work until 6:00pm, so there's plenty of time. Spend an hour or so rummaging through my CD collection -- it's a mess -- looking for music to take with me.
I gather the last couple of things I need and am moments from heading out the door.
.... With an audible click, my lights come back on.
I'm still leaving.