Give Me Ice

[rejectomorph]

Yesterday morning, I went to bed about six o'clock. I used two blankets. Within half an hour, I began to feel cold, so I got another blanket. Another half an hour, I woke at the sound of a passing car and realized that I was too cold again. A fourth blanket ensued, and was sufficient. My house is perverse. It stays hot all night and gets cold after down. According to all those movies about hauntings, ghosts are supposed to cause the temperature to drop. I need a ghost in my house. I could keep it on the shelf where I currently have a useless printer Sluggo no longer recognizes. It would be the perfect solution. The problem is acquiring a ghost. Ghosts tend to avoid me, probably because I don't believe in them. I'm willing to believe in them if they prove their existence by haunting Sluggo's desk. This is an open invitation to all ectoplasms: Come haunt me!

There is a black widow spider in my garage. The bold little bugger has built a web from a laundry basket to the dryer. I tried to kill it (the black widow being almost the only arachnid I'm willing to squash) but it was too quick for me, and scurried into a sheltered spot next to the water heater. I'm on the verge of using insecticide on it. There will be war!

Other than the discovery of the venomous spider, the night passed uneventfully. No deer, no owls, no raccoons, not even a scent of skunk. The round moon shone brightly on a dull world, wasting its romantic light. This makes me sad. I should like to have seen nymphs and satyrs copulate on my lawn. Life is far less interesting than I can imagine it being. Also, the heat is getting to me. I calculate that my brain will melt in three more days, unless cooler weather intervenes. I think I'll throw some more stuff out. It's the only activity by which I am pleased anymore. It all just collects heat, anyway.

Comments

From the "Be Careful What You Ask For" files...

[annina-writes.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't you be surprised if a ghost took you up on your challenge? ;-)

There used to be a minister who opened up a strange little church in Paradise--what's so unusual about that in Paradise, you ask? Well, he and his family were the folks who lived in a rather well-known house in Amityville, New York. When he first came to town, he stopped by the newspaper office where I worked, and told me all about it...more than I actually wanted to know in fact, but one got used to smiling and nodding in all the right places when a new character moved to town. I expect it's much the same today. The town may have changed, but my mother-in-law maintains that the town has always kept its rather high eccentricity factor.

[annina-writes.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, hope you get your spider. I usually don't mind the little buggers much, but I too draw the line at venomous ones.

[psychedsunshine.livejournal.com]

hope you get your spider and find ghost too.
four blankets, Wooooohooohoooo it must be cold there!
why don't you sleep earlier than 6 am? what time do you wake up?

[rejectomorph]

For years, my normal sleeping hours were from five in the morning until about one or two in the afternoon. My mother wakes up a couple of times in the night, and I have to be available to fix her meals and do various errands. My older sister comes over for a while during the day, so then either she or my father will look after her.

In the last couple of years there has been so much disruption here that I seldom get to sleep on time anymore, and often don't wake up until after three in the afternoon. It's very annoying, and I'd like to get back to my old schedule, but things keep happening that disrupt it again.

It odes sometimes get very cold here in spring. California's Mediterranean climate means that, no matter how hot the day becomes, it usually cools off quite a bit at night. Since the indoor temperature usually lags behind the outdoor temperature, it keeps the house warm most of the night following a hot day, but most of the time that heat is gone by sunrise, and then the house stays cool well into the afternoon, as long as the windows are not opened.

[psychedsunshine.livejournal.com]

though schedule.