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The transformer (well, that's what we think it is, but I could have the wrong term) across the street was exploding again...it did it on Sunday (again knocking out the phone and effectively killing the television), then on Tuesday, twice. The second time was when it zapped 'Puter's power supply (Yes, she was on a power strip. But the second blast was huge. Scary huge. Jeff called *again* and the power company finally figured out that this *was* an emergency and they sent someone right out to fix it,which seems to have worked, 'cause it's rained since and no booms.
Luck was with us though. 'Puter was still within her warranty phase. (That would have run out the tenth of this month.) And we found a good tv on *good* sale. (So all those dvds we have won't get all dusty.:) They've fixed the phone again, and a very nice tech was just out here rerunning the cable line, 'cause when the last blast happened, it did something to the line where we could get the tv signal with no problem, but the modem signal just wasn't there.
On the other hand, it has done bad things to Sam. She's been weepy and whiny since Sunday. I mean *big* time. Bursting into tears for no reason (yesterday she started crying out of the blue because Jeff had taken 'Puter in to be fixed.) and generally being a ball of crabbiness and stress. I do the best I can, but I'm really not sure what to do when she's saying it's too dark and I've got every light in the room on. So, I hold her and soothe her and try to not be annoyed, because she's not doing this on purpose nor is she doing it to piss me off. And sometimes I try to find Spongebob Squarepants or Scooby Doo on tv, 'cause she likes them and maybe they'll take her mind off booms and such.
So, that's why I haven't been around for a few days.
On the *good* side, we're buying the tickets to California *very* soon. (Jeff's looking for the *perfect* deal, and I'm good with that. He found a site that sells deeply discounted tickets later than anywhere else, so that's probably where we'll be getting them from. I'd like to have them in *hand* right now, but I'm dealing and working on my plan-phobia as well.) And, if something else goes wrong, I'm picking up Sam, settling her on my hip and fucking *walking* to San Diego.
Luck was with us though. 'Puter was still within her warranty phase. (That would have run out the tenth of this month.) And we found a good tv on *good* sale. (So all those dvds we have won't get all dusty.:) They've fixed the phone again, and a very nice tech was just out here rerunning the cable line, 'cause when the last blast happened, it did something to the line where we could get the tv signal with no problem, but the modem signal just wasn't there.
On the other hand, it has done bad things to Sam. She's been weepy and whiny since Sunday. I mean *big* time. Bursting into tears for no reason (yesterday she started crying out of the blue because Jeff had taken 'Puter in to be fixed.) and generally being a ball of crabbiness and stress. I do the best I can, but I'm really not sure what to do when she's saying it's too dark and I've got every light in the room on. So, I hold her and soothe her and try to not be annoyed, because she's not doing this on purpose nor is she doing it to piss me off. And sometimes I try to find Spongebob Squarepants or Scooby Doo on tv, 'cause she likes them and maybe they'll take her mind off booms and such.
So, that's why I haven't been around for a few days.
On the *good* side, we're buying the tickets to California *very* soon. (Jeff's looking for the *perfect* deal, and I'm good with that. He found a site that sells deeply discounted tickets later than anywhere else, so that's probably where we'll be getting them from. I'd like to have them in *hand* right now, but I'm dealing and working on my plan-phobia as well.) And, if something else goes wrong, I'm picking up Sam, settling her on my hip and fucking *walking* to San Diego.
