Okay I was peeing laughing yesterday at all the comments on the drill bit. The things I will do for a comment! Seriously, though, I wish I had known before that so many other objects have ejected themselves from people's bodies decades after the original . . . encounter. Glass, pants fiber, pins, screws, and at least one very long black thread. Since I've stopped swearing (bad time to choose that as a resolution, I now see) I can't really tell you what I "thought" when I read all that but — O, THE HUMANITY!!!
Yesterday was awesome. We had such a great time doing nothing. We watched some of my favorite movies, including one that is definitely in my top ten, The Wonder Boys with Michael Douglas, Tobey Maguire, and Robert Downey, Jr. I think that movie is absolutely perfect. We also watched Another Thin Man and Chasing Liberty. I love Mandy Moore. I just do. I think she is adorable. Oh, and A Mighty Wind. Another great one. "Wha' happened?" Do you have any idea how many opportunities there are in just a normal day to say "Wha' happened?" like that? I think I said it about fifty or sixty times yesterday. Good times.
In the middle of the night, Andy woke up, and then I woke up, and he looked at the clock and said, "Hmmm, it looks like the power is out."
"Wha' happened?" [It's my new "bit."]
We looked out the front bedroom window and saw that the whole block was dark. We could see lights from a utility truck flashing like strobes in the darkness — someone was on it. According to Andy's watch it was 4 a.m. Hours passed and I never really got back to sleep. Strangely, I had just watched this on Jools Holland the night before so I couldn't get the song and its lyrics out of my mind. I spent quite a while thinking about what it would be like to be in a super-cool band like Arcade Fire. Then I started thinking about how every time I see someone doing something like playing a violin, or ice skating, or dancing I always start getting all fidgety, wishing I was a violin player, or a figure skater, or a ballet dancer. Then I got annoyed with myself for thinking that way, and thought about just appreciating those things without feeling the impulse to do those things. Then I thought about jobs I would not want to do, like be a personal assistant. I never see personal assistants and think "That's what I want to do." Or air-traffic controllers. I think that would be a terrible job for me, though I really appreciate that there are people who want to do it. I think I might have enjoyed being a lawyer, actually. Except for the part where you have to stand up and talk in front of people without losing control of yourself. So I couldn't do that. Etc., etc. This went on for a while. How thinking goes at 4 a.m. By morning, the house was cold though the water was hot, so I took a lovely shower by candlelight. When we went out, we could see that a big tree had fallen down and taken out a power line on the next block.
Isn't it weird how the trees just fall over? Poor thing. Luckily it fell directly away from our neighbor's house and landed on some other trees across the street. Nevertheless, the power looked like it would be out all morning so we headed out to Milo's for breakfast. Thank you PGE and whoever was out all night working on cutting this tree down and restoring power to our neighborhood this morning. It was very cold and I'm guessing most if not all of those guys were wishing they were "lying with their heads in the toilet like all normal people" on New Year's Day (that's Bridget Jones's Diary, another great New Year's movie I forgot about). "PGE guy" would be one of those jobs I would pretty much completely suck at. "Surgeon," obviously, would be another.
This year I think I'll just work on getting "non-hysteric" down.