Power bumps
A not so ordinary day. Shock and awe, natural style.
We’re in a period of unsettled weather; humidity through the roof, temperatures to make dogs pant, the odd bit of uncontrolled static electricity. After four power bumps since mid-afternoon, I’ve learned that one of our computers needs a new battery for the motherboard. Actually, I’m not used to surges. Back in high school, under the umbrella of OWLP, it was a given that thunder meant darkness. Here, not so much. The rest of the family actually got to leave their school early, when one bump saw (unsaw) electrical failure through half the building.
It was an opportune time to join the queue for gas; our propane tank was empty, so I made a trip to the local depot for a quick fill. I was not alone. Barbecue fever is contagious.
Tonight was the final competition evening for American Idol. Simon’s last hurrah as a judge. I didn’t want to lose power before the final curtain call. In my humble opinion, Crystal deserves to win, but the voting public will have the final word. By this time tomorrow, we’ll know who gets this year’s nod, and within 24 hours it won’t really matter. Fickle world.
Glee also put on the Gaga for our entertainment. Enunciation is everything; did you know that the lyrics actually have full sentences? The closing scene between Rachel and her newfound mother was memorable, harmonically. Our sons find the program to be “camp”; a version of High School Musical for old folk. Our generation doesn’t really mind.
