Cork Grandpas and power outages

( Of cork grandpas... )

In other news, the power went out last night at around midnight, and stayed out until 2 AM. This is a pain in the butt most of the time, but for someone in my situation, it's a complete stress. First and least important, I'm on the ground floor which is very drafty, and I've got loads of exotic plants. The sunroom isn't insulated as well as the rest of the apartment, and what was worse is that's where Pendragon stays. As soon as the electricity went off, the temperature plummeted about ten degrees in the first half an hour. No big deal for most, I mean, it's not like it's freezing in the house. But Pendragon is one of those delicate tropical creatures, so to him, sixty degrees is just about freezing. 12:30 in the morning and here I am, dragging his huge 8X5X3 wood and metal and plastic terrarrium into my kitchen, where I can't get around it but at least it's about five degrees warmer, and covering the terrarrium with all manner of blankets. I was stressing over it and then feeling guilty about stressing, because there are people today who don't have the luxury of worrying about exotic plants and pets, because they're too busy worrying about keeping themselves warm enough to live, while I've got a comforter over me and two dogs in two cuddly beds.

The power came on at 2 AM, and stayed on till 9:30, then it was gone again.

My Dad can be pretty inventive. My parents have a fireplace, and he threw one of my Mom's old cake pans into the fire for a few minutes, wrapped it in a blanket, and told me to put it in Pendragon's terrarrium. It worked really well. It didn't raise the ambient temperature, but at least Pendragon could lie on it and keep warm. Poor green boya was practically hugging the makeshift heating pad.

Now the other worry, you see, is my 85 year old diabetic Grandma, who also lives on the ground floor. But she just bundled herself up and waited it out. Electricity came back on at around eleven.

My fingers are crossed that it stays on. I can't keep up with trying to keep everything warm enough to function. Also, I'll be writing today, probably compulsively hitting CTRL S after every word. O_o

This morning I had a dream that I was in New Orleans talking to Jonathan Rhys Meyers at a cafe. I was really mad because there was no power on Long Island and I remember I told him, "LIPA is the worst power company in the world. Look it up in the internet, you'll see! Also, order some books on quantum physics." O_o

Mmmm. Temp in Pendragon's room is up to 79, which is still ten degrees lower than it should be, and that's with all the heaters cranked to the max. Meanwhile, I can't open my side door. This is a bit more than 18 inches, I think. And, of course, I'm taking loads of pictures.

ETA Johnny Carson died last night. Damn crap. I had the hugest crush on him when I was a little kid.

Cork Grandpas and power outages

( Of cork grandpas... )

In other news, the power went out last night at around midnight, and stayed out until 2 AM. This is a pain in the butt most of the time, but for someone in my situation, it's a complete stress. First and least important, I'm on the ground floor which is very drafty, and I've got loads of exotic plants. The sunroom isn't insulated as well as the rest of the apartment, and what was worse is that's where Pendragon stays. As soon as the electricity went off, the temperature plummeted about ten degrees in the first half an hour. No big deal for most, I mean, it's not like it's freezing in the house. But Pendragon is one of those delicate tropical creatures, so to him, sixty degrees is just about freezing. 12:30 in the morning and here I am, dragging his huge 8X5X3 wood and metal and plastic terrarrium into my kitchen, where I can't get around it but at least it's about five degrees warmer, and covering the terrarrium with all manner of blankets. I was stressing over it and then feeling guilty about stressing, because there are people today who don't have the luxury of worrying about exotic plants and pets, because they're too busy worrying about keeping themselves warm enough to live, while I've got a comforter over me and two dogs in two cuddly beds.

The power came on at 2 AM, and stayed on till 9:30, then it was gone again.

My Dad can be pretty inventive. My parents have a fireplace, and he threw one of my Mom's old cake pans into the fire for a few minutes, wrapped it in a blanket, and told me to put it in Pendragon's terrarrium. It worked really well. It didn't raise the ambient temperature, but at least Pendragon could lie on it and keep warm. Poor green boya was practically hugging the makeshift heating pad.

Now the other worry, you see, is my 85 year old diabetic Grandma, who also lives on the ground floor. But she just bundled herself up and waited it out. Electricity came back on at around eleven.

My fingers are crossed that it stays on. I can't keep up with trying to keep everything warm enough to function. Also, I'll be writing today, probably compulsively hitting CTRL S after every word. O_o

This morning I had a dream that I was in New Orleans talking to Jonathan Rhys Meyers at a cafe. I was really mad because there was no power on Long Island and I remember I told him, "LIPA is the worst power company in the world. Look it up in the internet, you'll see! Also, order some books on quantum physics." O_o

Mmmm. Temp in Pendragon's room is up to 79, which is still ten degrees lower than it should be, and that's with all the heaters cranked to the max. Meanwhile, I can't open my side door. This is a bit more than 18 inches, I think. And, of course, I'm taking loads of pictures.

ETA Johnny Carson died last night. Damn crap. I had the hugest crush on him when I was a little kid.