Wooooo Laura, go you with being all hittablyy cute at the Frog Lounge! Isn't it nice when that comes across as validation, not creepy-scary? Yes it is.

Off for an evening of sophisticated adult entertainment including alcoholic beverages and TV. Livin' la vida sofa is the good life.

Dear asshole electrician,

No, we are not the owners. Yes, we understand that you are putting in long hours doing essential work updating the outside connections and grounds for this house. No, it is still not okay for you to park in the middle of the driveway and block us all in (or out) from 10am until 7pm. And yes, we really expect fucking NOTICE before you turn off our power for an entire fucking day. Did it ever occur to you that maybe the people living here might actually NEED power, especially the one of us who works out of a home office? And even so, what makes you think that it's ok to have the power off this late even WITH notice? It's a Friday night. It would be nice if we could relax, surf the internet, watch tv, heat something up in the microwave or, you know, SEE.

I really kind of want to stab you with a fork right now. Lucky for you, it's getting too dark for me to see.

No love,

Kristin

Livin' la vida sofa

Yep. That is my current plan. Yay for SciFi!

Also, not at all creepy-scary. Just good natured fun.

Yikes Kristin. That is a whole lot of no fun. Is there an end in sight?

Laura, I didn't mean to rain on your happy tipsy parade, I'm sorry.

I don't know if there's an end in sight. I'm going to talk with awesome!landlord tonight to see if the guy has given her a timeline, because this is ridiculous. She's going to be pissed when she finds out he's had the power off all day without notice, too. I just hate this guy. He seems to really not give a shit about the people actually living here. We're a minor inconvenience to ignore or, if absolutely necessary, blow off.

Grr.

Oy, Kristin. Any word on when it'll be fixed?

I just got back from synagogue. The services were good. Afterwards, I hung around for a little while trying to get up the nerve to talk to some people I didn't know who were having an interesting-sounding conversation, but then I gave up on trying to force myself to be social and just walked home.

Tomorrow morning, I think I'm going to try a different minyan that I've heard about. It's completely lay-led, founded by people in my age range who weren't happy with most of the traditional synagogues, for what are pretty much the reasons I'm not happy with most of them. Traditional egalitarian, with separate seating. From what I've heard, it's supposed to be really great. So, if I wake up early enough and awake enough to go, I'll check it out.

Kristin, I had a sinking feeling about your power situation when it was still of and in no imminent danger off coming back on when I left.

I think Owen's biggest issue now is transitions.

That was definitely Emmett's problem at that age. Which wasn't helped by the needing to get him to daycare before I went to work schedule in the morning. But yeah, transitions were tough and I did all my strategizing to slide past them as easily as possible.

Not having power sucks, and not having power because somebody decided to shut off your power really seems worse, or at least more enraging. Hope you get some satisfaction through the landlord, Kristin.

Good luck with the minyan, Hil. I'm shopping around for a synagogue myself - there seem to be many choices all similarly distant from me and a dizzying array of adherence to tradition, I have no idea how to decide. Going to each one is going to take a long time, especially since it's so much easier to just sleep in on Sat. mornings (and DH is not yet home from work, so evening services are pretty much not happening unless he commits to changing his schedule).

Mmm, la vida sofa.

I'm a lot angrier about it than I would normally be, but something came up tonight that needs to be dealt with (sorry, can't be more specific right now), and therefore there is shit that has to get done tonight that requires power. At 6 the guy said the power should be on "within the hour". It's now almost 7:30 and almost completely dark, and the fucker is just now making packing-up sounds. I'm sitting on the front porch so I can see my phone's keypad. I just assembled 12 walkie talkies in the dark that need to be charged up tonight for one of Drew's events tomorrow, I can't find my glasses, and I'm supremely pissed. Anger is so much easier than dealing with the anxiety I'd otherwise be feeling about the thing I can't talk about right now, so I'm just going to plot this guy's painful demise instead.