It's been one hell of a day.
The storm passed in the night and this morning was as clear and blue-skied as anyone could want and I got up and went to town to get my blood drawn for my appointment on Thursday. I do not mind getting my blood drawn. Doesn't bother me in the least. The only thing that bothers me is that it is in preparation for my appointment and my blood, my most secret vital fluid, is being forced to give up its (my) secrets to the world and that is horrifying to me.
I could go on.
After that I went to Hardees where I got a bacon/egg/cheese biscuit as a reward and yes, it was delicious. Then I met up with Jessie and Levon at Costco and I can't tell you how precious it was to go into the coldy room with Levon. How long has it been since I've been to Costco with my children, my grandchildren?
I don't care what anyone says, that is a small joy of life. Or mine, at least.
While all of this was going on, the electrician was here at the house, hooking up the generator to electricity and I got a text from Mr. Moon saying that it was quite possible that we'd have to get a room for tonight because it might not be done and we couldn't get our power turned on until it was, and when I added that to the anxiety that was already causing me to dissociate in Costco I thought I might melt into a puddle of deep unconsciousness and you think I'm kidding but I am not.
I went to Publix because...why go home? And then I stopped at the Bad Girls Who Get Saved By Jesus thrift store and I gave them the things in my trunk that I've been carrying around to donate and then I bought a sure-fire, absolutely real old-fashioned aluminum and nylon folding chair, the kind that our mothers sat in at the beach when we were little and which I have been wanting because they weigh approximately an ounce. It's not the totally cool kind with the webbing in shades of green or blue and white but instead, it's all blue. I don't care. And that came close to making me happy but under the circumstances it didn't.
And then I drove home and the electrician who appeared to be about fourteen was working and hustling like a roadie at a Stones concert and busting his ass. The house was a tiny bit cooler due to the fact that Mr. Moon had kept the doors and windows closed all day to keep in whatever remnants of last night's air conditioning he could and after I changed clothes and put the groceries away, I laid down on the bed with Maurice and a New Yorker and read and then fell asleep and dreamed that the power was back on and woke up and it wasn't.
Nor was I living in a house taking care of my little brothers which was also really sad. I miss them.
I will make this long story a baby fingernail's worth of shorter by telling you that about six-thirty we got our power turned back on after the electrician, the inspector from Jefferson County, AND the guy from Duke Energy all worked together to figure out some glitch in what was happening with our breaker box. I am reminded once again how very, very dependent we are (I am) on electricity. I am not hardy, I am not brave, I am not tough, I am not adaptable or rugged, stout, or strong.
Okay. I am stout but not in that sense of the word.
I am, at heart, a little girl who for whatever reason, is terrified of the doctor and who wants nothing more than for her life to go on as it does, in comfort and in routine.