Dear Power Company,

I am writing you this letter to:

  1. Protest your inefficiency at prioritization of emergency calls.
  2. To give you a clue about our neighborhood.

Day One
Tree branch broke and downed power lines on my street. YOU, meaning the Almighty Power Company, put out an orange cone and used yellow construction tape to block off the street at the nearby cross-street.

Yes, YOU did send out all those recorded “comfort” messages by phone. Too bad I did not  bigfootcomethget them.  No power, no telephone service. We only knew what happened by one of our neighbors who lived across the street where it happened.

Day Two
I had to make a phone call and we get no cell coverage from Verizon where our home is. This meant a bit of a walk down the street to get a strong enough signal. Actually we were not able to walk – it was more like maneuvering through 3 feet of snow and ice. Something I have never had to do in my life. Something I always thought would be fun. I am an idiot.

When we came across the orange cone and yellow tape, we saw that the tree  and power lines were still in the street. This did not make us happy. So, the first call I made was to YOU and a recording answered. “If you have an emergency, like downed power lines, press one”  So I did.

My call was picked up immediately and the operator took all the information. It would seem that YOU blocked off the street but did not tell a work crew about it. I was assured that it would be taken care of ASAP.

And it was. The lines were moved over to the side of the road (as much as possible because the tree pinning them down and blocking the road was not removed).

Day Three
anditsstillsnowing  We asked our neighbor who had power (lucky bum!) to call YOU, again, and find out what the deal was. The deal was that YOU changed the status of my call to ‘resolved’. I was NOT happy about this news at all.  YOU were now dealing with a sleep deprived (someone needed to keep putting wood into the stove), barely washed (no hot water, remember?), woman who just moved all the semi-warm contents of her fridge to her ice-cold garage. “Garage: is the New Frigidaire” probably won’t catch on like the other dumb sayings have, but I can relate to this one.

It snowed all day, so that must have delayed YOU from even starting to work on our situation. Our neighbor, whom I owe cookies now, knocked on our door and told us YOU said the status for our neighborhood’s restoration was 5:45 pm – today.

YOU are in so much trouble!  Especially when the sun set and we knew we would spend another night in total darkness. Thankfully, we were able to scrounge up enough batteries to keep a camping lantern going when we needed to see.

Day Four
Being cut off from the world (no TV, phone calls, Internet, texting), was driving me mad. Unable to watch the playoff games on the weekend, I had no clue who was going to the Super Bowl. My cousins had their baby girl and I didn’t know for days!  And…I missed the Oscar Nomination announcements!  To many people it is probably easy to wait for that information. Not for me. My whole being was “chomping at the bit”  – a saying I now fully understand, BTW.

The latest ETA from YOU is noon today. Forgive me if I don’t believe it. Hubby has the fire roaring and along with 3 layers of clothing and ensconced in a “snuggy”, I am finally warm. I feel rebellious and snarky and I’m not going to move until my pout is over. Even though I have to pee.

Peeing has become a necessary evil. As you pull 4 layers down, you get a preview of the ice-cold seat awaiting you. It is 52 F in the bathroom. In spite of the warm lantern you bring in to comb your hair by.

A smart woman would take advantage of an empty fridge that is fairly warm and wash the bins and shelves. I, normally am that woman, and it could happen still, after I am finished with my pout.

Noon came and went. No surprises there. To YOUR credit we did have power in the afternoon. It was like, I imagine, getting out of jail must feel. I waited a half an hour before plugging things back into outlets, just to be safe from brownouts. I feared we would be back in the dark soon. My faith in YOU, diminished a lot.

Sincerely,
Jodi Lea
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cleanempty  BTW, my fridge is a gleaming white appliance. I hate to put food in it again. Hubby said, “It’s blinding!” and threw his arms up over his eyes. He’s such a comedian.

His humor kept me from having a severe pout. My sense of humor had left the building along with Elvis on Day Two. I, who pride myself on getting through things with my great sense of humor, am truly embarrassed.

I was humbled even further when hubby answered our first phone call.

“You’ve reached the Donner Party, please leave a message,” his huge grin was like a kid making a prank call, and that made me laugh even harder.

♥ TTFN ♥

Friday’s Funk

Q. What happened to Giggles & Bits Thursday?  beating_heart
A. Prince died

And now the funk has followed me into Friday. It’s a numb, sad, feeling of loss. I am wondering why this affects me so much, I’m a fan, yes, but I have not followed his music for years now. He was one of my favorite musicians during the 80’s. I had a lot of favorites back then, the 80’s were great for rock & roll. Queen, Aerosmith, Joan Jett, Fleetwood Mac, Foreigner, Bruce “The Boss” Springsteen, and Michael Jackson – to name a few.

So… Now I am thinking about how celebrity deaths come in 3’s. Doris Roberts, now Prince. Who is behind door number 3?  Perhaps 1 and 2 are Garry Shandling & Doris Roberts, or Patty Duke and Garry, then Doris, making Prince number 1. We won’t know until the rest of April goes by. If a major celebrity passes before May, Prince would really be number 2 (I think.) Anyway, that is confusing and not even the point.

What is my point?

I have been depressed this month, before Prince left this world. Now I’m depressed AND sad. This means it’s time to write a Gratitude List. Tonight I’m too tired (and sad). This week-end I will make the time to write one. I know it will make me feel better!

♥  Rest in Peace, my Prince  ♥

I Think the Sky is Falling…

Things have not been going well all month, but this week totally bites. And don’t you want to know why that is? Okay, Okay! I’ll tell ya…

  1. Today is my birthday. I’m older. Again!  I will spend all morning and early afternoon on the road going to my Endocrinologist’s office. It takes about 2 hours to drive one-way.
  2. Not that I should be in some big hurry to get home. There will be no party, cake, or gifts waiting there.  In another few years this won’t hurt as much, I’ll be so forgetful by then.
  3. The only party will be a Pity Party that I am throwing myself, for me. No cake of course, but plenty of popcorn and toffee peanuts to crunch on.  While I still can, you know, because…
  4. I have a root canal scheduled tomorrow morning. So there will be no crunching the rest of the week. Ice packs, soup, yogurt, pudding and don’t forget the jello – will be on my diet.  Can’t wait.  Note to self: Make the jello and pudding tonight.
  5. 49er Football, as I know it, is over. Justin Smith (Photo © 49ers 2014) announced his retirement on Monday. When I read the news on the sports page, I had tears running down my face. Not Justin! This will break up the dynamic duo (our pet name for the Aldon Smith and Justin Smith combo).
  6. The 49ers are completely FUBAR now. It was pretty bad before, knowing that many key players retired or signed with other teams.  – but this has to be the saddest season in 49er history.  And no games have even been played yet.

FootballSucks

Good-Bye and God Speed, Justin. We all loved watching you on the field  ♥