Grand Slam Communication
I received a text from SCE.
They told me that despite our medical exemption from voluntary rolling blackouts, we may experience a power outage due to fire conditions.
They told me to prepare.
Apparently SCE doesn’t realize that we have moved out of California.
I laughed and laughed.
Our insulin is secure in the fridge.
I don’t miss the Santa Ana winds at all.
Stay safe, Ventura County.
The storm on Sunday was severe.
The news is reporting that seven tornadoes touched down.
One of them was as big as an EF3.
I don’t like tornadoes.
At times like this, I miss California.
All I had to worry about in So Cal were earthquakes, fires, floods, power outages and outrageous gas prices.
But no tornadoes.
The thing that is really annoying me right now is that my neighbor’s massive blow-up clown is still standing.
Seven tornadoes couldn’t take that thing down.
That clown is haunted.
At least that’s what I think every morning while it watches me drink my coffee.
Wow – what a storm we had last night!
At first light this morning, we went outside to inspect for damage.
In the middle of the street was a large piece of debris.
It was a very wet sheet of cardboard.
Bob gathered it up and stuck it in the trash can.
That was the extent of the storm damage on our street.
Whew!
A tornado touched down nearby causing significant damage.
Luckily, our neighborhood was not in the path.
I’m not a big fan of tornadoes.
The neighbors have re-installed the massive, blow-up, Halloween clown.
The clown returned, and it continues to loom over my kitchen table.
It’s watching me while I eat…
However, I think it is some kind of bargain, knock-off, cheap quality sort of clown.
It’s already showing the ravages of time.
And we still have two weeks to go before Halloween.
I can only hope that bad weather will take it down quickly.
My husband says that I am not being neighborly.
Excuse me?
WHO is not being neighborly?
They are the ones who put up a clown.
Clowns are creepy.
I am simply standing my ground.
And praying for hail.
Very sharp hail.
We had our first rain of the season.
I was very pleasantly surprised to find, early this morning, an old towel on the floor by the dog door.
The Grown Son had thought to wipe the dog’s paws.
“Look!” I exclaimed to The Husband, “Signs of responsibility!”
And laughed and laughed and laughed.
“That was me,” he said, “I had to let the dog out in the middle of the night.”
Oh.
The Grown Son has not shown any signs of responsibility.
At least as far as housework is concerned.
Speaking of which, we are down to three spoons.
I’m guessing the rest of the set is under his bed.
My neighbors in the back have put up a massive, blow-up Halloween clown.
It startles me every time I see it.
Every. Single. Time.
Today I looked out and the clown was gone.
What a relief!
But in its place was a massive, blow-up Halloween ghost.
What the heck is going on over there?
I took a Buzzfeed quiz.
It said that I’m not ready to have kids.
I’m not sure how the boys are going to take the news…
Can I get a refund?
Oh goodness.
Today I had some extra time in class.
So I asked my online English student what I foods I would eat if I visited his tiny, remote village.
I expected to hear about noodles and seafood.
He proudly recommended his mother’s mouse meat.
Um, what? Excuse me?
I asked him to write it in the chat box, just to make sure I heard him correctly.
I heard right.
Mouse meat.
Yeah, no.
I binge-watched Fleabag on Amazon Prime.
It won a bunch of Emmys so I had to check it out.
What a fabulous example of amazing script writing.
It’s gritty and off-color.
And very, very funny.
I don’t want to give away any spoilers.
I’ll just say that the fourth-wall element was incredible.
And it wrapped up beautifully with that wave at the end.
This story has a little bit of everything.
Comedy, grief, guilt, guinea pigs, love, acceptance, sin and redemption.
And some theft.
Phoebe Waller-Bridge not only starred in the series, she wrote it too.
Now I have to stalk her and check out all of her work.
