A recent event
PAMELA: *despite having had the same desk setup since approximately 2004, knocks full glass of water onto the floor, where it drenches her jeans and sweater and the carpet, and spatters the power strip into which are plugged All the Things.
POWER STRIP: *flickers its light in the usual way and goes on powering All the Things*
PAMELA: *curses uninventively, turns off power strip, unplugs it from the wall, unplugs All the Things from it, dries plugs, cords, the front of the filing cabinet that holds up her desk on that side, blots the carpet, removes phone from wet side of jeans and puts it in a different pocket*
PAMELA TO RAPHAEL: Do you have a spare power strip?
RAPHAEL: No... what happened?
PAMELA: I upset a water glass into mine. Never mind, I'll go ask David.
PAMELA: *goes to door to stairway, opens it*
NINJA: *darts into the upstairs at the speed of light, hides under the armchair*
PAMELA: NINJA! This is not the time! I can't supervise you right now!
NINJA: Roooorrrorrawwwrrrrooo.
PAMELA: *gets new water and a book, turns on lamp in cat sitting room, sits down, starts waving a packing strap alluringly*
CASSIE: *pounces on packing strap*
NINJA: *rushes out from under armchair, pounces on packing strap, and slithers under the sofa*
NINJA: Roooraaaaaarrrhow
NINJA: *sneaks out from under sofa, rubs face on container of cat food*
RAPHAEL: Does Ninja have a spare power strip?
PAMELA: Ninja IS a spare power strip.
RAPHAEL: Plug all the things into him!
PAMELA: I don't think I have the right adapter.
Eventually I shut the doors to all the bedrooms and the bathroom, and then when Ninja wandered into the kitchen, I shut the door between the front and back parts of the house, and I was able to pick him up once he had seen that there was nowhere to hide. I put him on the landing with plenty of pettings, got a bag of dirty laundry to fend him off with, and went downstairs. David wasn't in his room.
While I was putting the laundry into the washer, Naomi came in and began making strident and insistent demands. I went upstairs and fixed her some food, and then tracked David down in the media room. He showed me his FaceBook gallery of photos of our friend Rob, who just died. They are lovely photos, but I hate the occasion. He didn't have a power strip but he had a power squid, so I went down to his room as instructed and got that. Naomi had finished her food but demanded seconds. This is not usual -- she has chronic kidney failure and is fussy about eating. Seconds involved thawing some of the chicken broth Lydy makes for her, which made her impatient. She ate about half of this helping, so I put the rest in the fridge.
Then I escaped upstairs and plugged the printer and my laptop back in. I had dried all the cords thoroughly and they got aired while Ninja was in residence; but I think I'll just let the rest of them air a bit more. The other Things include the charger for my toothbrush, the weather radio, and some kind of box that enables me to listen to stuff on our music server.
I think this event exemplifies why I never seem to get anything done.
Pamela
P.S. Saffron is attempting to steal the last of the Ninja Easter Vermin, a plastic pale lavender crab that lives on my desk but went over the edge with the falling water glass. Ninja Easter Vermin have nothing to do with our Ninja, but are in a vague way Geri Sullivan's fault.
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POWER STRIP: *flickers its light in the usual way and goes on powering All the Things*
PAMELA: *curses uninventively, turns off power strip, unplugs it from the wall, unplugs All the Things from it, dries plugs, cords, the front of the filing cabinet that holds up her desk on that side, blots the carpet, removes phone from wet side of jeans and puts it in a different pocket*
PAMELA TO RAPHAEL: Do you have a spare power strip?
RAPHAEL: No... what happened?
PAMELA: I upset a water glass into mine. Never mind, I'll go ask David.
PAMELA: *goes to door to stairway, opens it*
NINJA: *darts into the upstairs at the speed of light, hides under the armchair*
PAMELA: NINJA! This is not the time! I can't supervise you right now!
NINJA: Roooorrrorrawwwrrrrooo.
PAMELA: *gets new water and a book, turns on lamp in cat sitting room, sits down, starts waving a packing strap alluringly*
CASSIE: *pounces on packing strap*
NINJA: *rushes out from under armchair, pounces on packing strap, and slithers under the sofa*
NINJA: Roooraaaaaarrrhow
NINJA: *sneaks out from under sofa, rubs face on container of cat food*
RAPHAEL: Does Ninja have a spare power strip?
PAMELA: Ninja IS a spare power strip.
RAPHAEL: Plug all the things into him!
PAMELA: I don't think I have the right adapter.
Eventually I shut the doors to all the bedrooms and the bathroom, and then when Ninja wandered into the kitchen, I shut the door between the front and back parts of the house, and I was able to pick him up once he had seen that there was nowhere to hide. I put him on the landing with plenty of pettings, got a bag of dirty laundry to fend him off with, and went downstairs. David wasn't in his room.
While I was putting the laundry into the washer, Naomi came in and began making strident and insistent demands. I went upstairs and fixed her some food, and then tracked David down in the media room. He showed me his FaceBook gallery of photos of our friend Rob, who just died. They are lovely photos, but I hate the occasion. He didn't have a power strip but he had a power squid, so I went down to his room as instructed and got that. Naomi had finished her food but demanded seconds. This is not usual -- she has chronic kidney failure and is fussy about eating. Seconds involved thawing some of the chicken broth Lydy makes for her, which made her impatient. She ate about half of this helping, so I put the rest in the fridge.
Then I escaped upstairs and plugged the printer and my laptop back in. I had dried all the cords thoroughly and they got aired while Ninja was in residence; but I think I'll just let the rest of them air a bit more. The other Things include the charger for my toothbrush, the weather radio, and some kind of box that enables me to listen to stuff on our music server.
I think this event exemplifies why I never seem to get anything done.
Pamela
P.S. Saffron is attempting to steal the last of the Ninja Easter Vermin, a plastic pale lavender crab that lives on my desk but went over the edge with the falling water glass. Ninja Easter Vermin have nothing to do with our Ninja, but are in a vague way Geri Sullivan's fault.
This entry was originally posted at https://pameladean.dreamwidth.org/190772.html. Please comment there using OpenID.