Arizona homes don't tend to have basements, IDK if it's because nothing would stay cold there anyway or nasty snaky vermin would collect down there.... But, no basement. Also the VAST majority of them are single story and don't have second floors.... Maybe it's the lack of wood or something, or all the elderly have collected in AZ and like, don't want to climb things.
It was in the former "dark room" which (seriously and sometimes I wonder about my landlord) is AN ACTUAL dark room, like, all these sinks, and pitch black and whatnot. It's where we shove the little dog here overnight if we think he will poop. Yeah no modifications to the house (like a dishwasher) but A darkroom is fine.
I have no clue. But I found it. No dice. AS I found it, I though to myself, "OH, holy GOODNESS like, the men in the lifty laddery things are all DEAD. There was this weird sound.... I can only describe it as "utility truck sound" and then this HUGE flash of FIERY something and then this CRASH of thunder that was perhaps, um the loudest and longest I ever heard. That is when I gave up and was like ,"Okay.... I'mma gonna eat." I ate this large meal of mostly unhealthy food and it wasn't even satisfying. I kept wishing for a nice slice of toast or a charming cup of tea but that is what power outages DO. Anyway I stopped expecting service right THEN and I also wondered how the husband had been hit TWO (He says
three but one time he and his buddy were drunk and his ah pal asked what it was like to be hit by lightning and the husband was like, "Well, the river is getting hit pretty regularly want to go find out?" and so they waded in and sort of killed a few billion sperm-- that clearly needed to DIE but he calls it lightning strike and I call it "Are you so mentally ......ed you will not know how much of an idiot you are when I ask you?") In any case TWO direct hits one verified by his doc and everything the exit, the entrance, and the ringing headache and deafness for some time. I forget what happened the second time but like, apparently if you get hit once, you chances of repeat hits go up exponentially? If you ask me it's not fair. I mean, you don't win progressively larger lottery wins if you win a 2 dollar scratch off ticket if you keep at it.
So yeah I am pretty much stuck to the couch. This house is hazardous I'm not going to try and make coffee in the dark besides which all my hard earned groceries might be dead and I hate coffee without milk.
Dood, I hope our utility men are not dead. This is not ENTIRELY self interest on my part, although at least SOME.
I imagine I will get sleepy before my computer battery dies provided I don't start watching Meredith Grey or anything.
I have decided she is not the heroine she is the praying mantis on the show. All her paramours well BAD STUFF happens to them as in they die, are horribly humiliated, etc., only she's all like, "ME? Done? Having sex?? OF COURSE NOT this NEXT GUY will be the one."
Then he gets hit by lightning or whatever.
To be fair I would feel perfectly safe waltzing about in a lightning storm with the husband, it's probably one of the SAFEST PLACES I could be. But, I don't BRAG about it and be all "My last boyfriend caught his
beard on fire and died and this one has been hit two, maybe three times if you count it but I am going to go ahead and bang him ANYWAY as it will all be fine."
Course, I didn't hear about the lightning right away or I MIGHT have bragged about it. Maybe.
Meredith Grey and her show makes me feel very uncomfortable with the relationships between men and women is all I am saying.
Also there is a very fine line between leaving a flashlight off to conserve it and having it roll under the couch and losing it and I am still discovering the parameters of that line.
Anna