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Apr. 22nd, 2004 05:35 pmMy neighbors fucking rock.
When I got home last night, I discovered that my electric had been shut off . . . which is kind of what happens when you buy clothes instead of paying PSE & G six months' worth of money. C'est la vie.
Anyway, after much cursing and snarling and gnashing of teeth -- and forty-five fucking minutes on hold -- I established that no, my power could not be restored until sometime today.
And I'd have to be home for them to do so.
Aaaarrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhh!
I wouldn't be so mad, except that I've already been off two days this week due to illness, and was emphatically not looking forward to having to call out today.
My neighbors, wondrous people that they are, volunteered to be available to let the power guys in and keep an eye on the place while my service was restored.
Then they insisted that I come in and use their guest bedroom shower, made me sit on their couch and watch TV for a while in my flannel leopard pajamas, gave me a good stiff drink and made me dinner.
They are so getting a fruit basket next Christmas. Hell, they might get one next week.
These are the same people who helped me out when my dog and I were sick. They have really gone above and beyond the call of neighborly duty.
I heretofore renounce all bitching about their noise level outside my bedroom window at night.
I'm even going to make an earnest effort to not complain anymore about their cigarette smoke drifting into my house.
And I declare an end to all whines about their screaming critters.
I may even offer to babysit in compensation.
Well, the last may be going a bit far.
But you see my point.
*****
In a tidbit of information that probably very few people could give a flying fuck about . . . the patron saints of libraries and librarians are St. Jerome and St. Lawrence.
When I got home last night, I discovered that my electric had been shut off . . . which is kind of what happens when you buy clothes instead of paying PSE & G six months' worth of money. C'est la vie.
Anyway, after much cursing and snarling and gnashing of teeth -- and forty-five fucking minutes on hold -- I established that no, my power could not be restored until sometime today.
And I'd have to be home for them to do so.
Aaaarrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhh!
I wouldn't be so mad, except that I've already been off two days this week due to illness, and was emphatically not looking forward to having to call out today.
My neighbors, wondrous people that they are, volunteered to be available to let the power guys in and keep an eye on the place while my service was restored.
Then they insisted that I come in and use their guest bedroom shower, made me sit on their couch and watch TV for a while in my flannel leopard pajamas, gave me a good stiff drink and made me dinner.
They are so getting a fruit basket next Christmas. Hell, they might get one next week.
These are the same people who helped me out when my dog and I were sick. They have really gone above and beyond the call of neighborly duty.
I heretofore renounce all bitching about their noise level outside my bedroom window at night.
I'm even going to make an earnest effort to not complain anymore about their cigarette smoke drifting into my house.
And I declare an end to all whines about their screaming critters.
I may even offer to babysit in compensation.
Well, the last may be going a bit far.
But you see my point.
*****
In a tidbit of information that probably very few people could give a flying fuck about . . . the patron saints of libraries and librarians are St. Jerome and St. Lawrence.
