Running Afoul of the Inanimate
Sep. 13th, 2004 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphLast night, my box fan quit working. That was the fan I've always used to circulate air around Sluggo, since his corner tends to be stagnant. Then the smoke detector began that periodic chirping it does when it wants its battery changed. I have no nine volt for it. Must remember to pick one up. And this evening, the oven stopped working. Its little coils have probably burned out again. Now I'm wondering which appliance will be next to go. Everything happens at once.
At least the days are now a bit cooler, enabling the evening breeze to waft away the heat quickly. I am doing without air conditioning for the first time in weeks. That means that Sluggo isn't good for more than a few minutes, but by midnight the house ought to be chilly enough that I can get a couple of hours out of him. Good thing, too, as I have some e-mail in boxes that badly need cleaning out.
This afternoon, I watched two crows stroll along the street. Crows love this time of year. Soon they will be visiting in large numbers, fetching ripe acorns from the oaks and dropping them to the pavement to crack them. The smack of acorns dropped into the street by crows is a characteristic autumn sound here. I enjoy watching the shiny black birds strut by, and always imagine them talking in English accents, like Heckle and Jeckel. I expect good days ahead, despite the rebellion of the appliances.
At least the days are now a bit cooler, enabling the evening breeze to waft away the heat quickly. I am doing without air conditioning for the first time in weeks. That means that Sluggo isn't good for more than a few minutes, but by midnight the house ought to be chilly enough that I can get a couple of hours out of him. Good thing, too, as I have some e-mail in boxes that badly need cleaning out.
This afternoon, I watched two crows stroll along the street. Crows love this time of year. Soon they will be visiting in large numbers, fetching ripe acorns from the oaks and dropping them to the pavement to crack them. The smack of acorns dropped into the street by crows is a characteristic autumn sound here. I enjoy watching the shiny black birds strut by, and always imagine them talking in English accents, like Heckle and Jeckel. I expect good days ahead, despite the rebellion of the appliances.
