And then all the lights go out.

And the air that had not yet been turned down from 80¬įF from during the day cuts off.

We had just arrived home, close to 2:30 in the morning, and I was in the middle of folding towels, so I could put the sheets on the bed, so we could go to bed. We hadn’t planned on being back until tomorrow afternoon (technically this afternoon, but whatever). But he wanted to go ahead and drive back tonight, after we finished around midnight. And so, we did. Now, it is growing harder to breathe by the minute, it is uncomfortably warm, and it is practically impossible to use the bathroom safely.

I managed to call out to Siri to give us light, and then turned on my phone flashlight to find some candles and matches in the living room (which are now dripping wax all over the cardboard we set under them on the floor – glad we did that! Whew!). I worked for a while in efforts to report the outage, but the system is idiotic. Fortunately, it was reported somehow anyway, despite its having been at 2:30 in the morning. Estimated recovery time is 5:00 in the morning, just another hour and a half from now.

One comment on the stupidity of the outage reporting: They all want you to do it online… when there is no internet, due to the power outage. Also – okay, a second comment – you cant report to outage unless you have the right company and the right user number or ID or whatever… I don’t live here, but am house sitting here. I have no idea what power company they use, nor what their user ID is. However, I know that just after 2:30am on this street, something exploded and then all the power went out, and it doesn’t look like anyone on the street has power right now. Geez… stupid systems suck big time.

Anyway, I’m off not to shower and not to have a normal night of rest, but o continue my bedtime routine stuff, and see if I can manage to sleep at all until we have air flow again.

I feel so spoiled with all of this talk. However, here’s the thing: We pay for a service that declares reliability. Therefore, we expect it to be reliable. And it hasn’t been reliable. And we’re exhausted, and I just wanted a shower and a bit of cool air, so I could pass the **** out until I had to get up to tutor in the morning.


Anyway… turns out that it is three and a half streets with no power right now.

Post-a-day 2020


I understand change, and I even support it fully, especially when it provides significant and likely necessary improvement upon what came before it.

This is intentional change that I mostly mean at the moment….

I dislike intentional change that makes things more difficult…. it just brings me to the question of, “What idiot thought this was a good idea?”, which leads to, “Or did he think at all?”

And that brings me around to my everlasting struggle of despising stupidity…

I can’t stand stupid people.

And I don’t mean uneducated.

I mean stupid.

People who just don’t think, and who don’t even realize that they aren’t thinking.

Just… ugh!

Post-a-day 2020


Do you ever have those super obvious facts and connections that just never occur to you until you ask a blatant question about them (and then feel kind of stupid for asking about something so obvious)?

They happen to me somewhat often, I think.

It’s like the other week, for example: I was watching one of the “Pirates of the Caribbean” films, thinking about how they have British accents, and I suddenly asked myself, ‘Where is Port Royal, anyway?’

Immediately, upon asking myself the question, I emitted a sort of guffaw-snort sound, declaring it a duh question – I thought to myself, ‘I mean, come on: Pirates of the Caribbean?’

It was a good moment of absurdity, and not at all a foreign one. ūüėõ

Post-a-day 2018

Hers, mine, & ours

I have been teaching during someone’s maternity leave recently, and I discovered something today – when the teacher returns, I will have been with the students more than she has. ¬†Just now, I checked the calendar, and it seems that I have already been with them for longer than she was, due to Hurricane Harvey. ¬†It is odd to me to consider that these kids would be more¬†my students than¬†her students. ¬†It is her class, and I have always seen it that way. ¬†So have the kids. ¬†And so we likely will continue to live in this odd little my world within her world setup, where the kids are, indeed, mine, but we are all hers. ¬†Something like that, anyway.

I will miss these kids. ¬†If I really think about it, …well, no I don’t do that. ¬†Whenever I begin actually to consider it, my eyes grow hot and threaten an outpouring of tears. ¬†I suppose I really do love the kids so much, even though they drive me frustrated so often as they do. ¬†They know I love them, and so do I. ¬†And it is difficult to consider that I no longer will see these people who have been part of my daily life for so long, and as we all have worked through so much together.

A teacher friend of mine sent me a message tonight, saying how we needed to do something, because she missed me. ¬†It turns out that neither one of us has done much other than school lately. ¬†This time in particular, even more so than other times I have taught, the students¬†are my social interactions in life. ¬†I call my mom in the evenings, because I am craving adult interaction. ¬†I don’t have interaction with friends. ¬†I just have these kids. ¬†In a sense, they¬†are my friends, and I have no others (whom I see, anyway). ¬†And so I will miss them all greatly, and even some of the stupid stresses they force upon me, like throwing ice at one another in class or unknowingly rejecting a beautiful opportunity to learn and to help themselves become beautiful successes in life. ¬†Yes, I will miss these kids who are not mine, but mine. ¬†I love them dearly.

Post-a-day 2017

Today’s “ugh”

You know when people seem to ignore the question you ask, and instead answer a different one, one they assume you meant?  And you know how you asked that question on purpose, because you wanted an answer to that question, not some other question?  Yeah, I kind of want to punch people when they do this to me.

My mom and my best friend are the only ones who have a real shot at guessing whether and where I am going with an idea and questions I am asking about something, and they don’t even get it right all of the time. ¬†And they know this, so, if they think I might be leading somewhere specific with my question, they ask if I am doing that, and still answer my question. ¬†Other people don’t do that. ¬†And it makes me kind of want to punch them for it. ¬†Kind of…

Also, I can’t stand when people seem to be incapable of being straight about something. ¬†I ask a question, because I am seeking the answer to that question (see aforementioned explanation). ¬†Avoiding the answer or making up bull when the true answer is of actual importance is just plane crazy, and yet people like to do it a lot¬†of the time, it seems. ¬†Ugh!

Also, when highly educated people misuse basic points of grammar, I have a sort of desire to throw a drink in their faces (the bad-grammar users), and rush away, disgusted. ¬†It’s dramatic, sure, but it’s a feeling that shows up somewhat often, nonetheless.

Anyway, I’ll go to sleep, now. ¬†I’ve had an annoying time with these few thoughts today (in addition to what felt like a million others), so I guess I just wanted to get them off my chest, in a sense…

Post-a-day 2017