I got to work with only one hitch; the driver-side door of my car was frozen shut, so I had to climb in on the passenger side. At work one fourth of the employees didn’t show up, and most of those present talked about being without power. As when Tropical Storm Irene came through, they were better off at work than at home – more evidence of how good I have it.
As of this afternoon, the lights were still out in half of Danbury, and 740,000 homes in Connecticut were in the dark. Obviously the electric company didn’t learn much from Irene, because again they are saying it will take at least a week to restore electricity to everybody. The mayor told kids to go trick-or-treating in the mall, instead of in their neighborhoods. We also heard again from the state legislator who introduced a bill that would move Halloween from 10/31 to the last Saturday in October. Well, after the winter storm we got this past weekend, it’s safe to say that bill won’t be passed this year.
Remember last October 13, when I wrote about catching a mouse in my apartment? Well, now I think I got another one – or the first one is back. This morning at 4 AM I was woken up by a rattling sound in the kitchen. The same sound that I heard when the first mouse was stealing my unsalted peanuts. When I turned on the light, I did not see a mouse. The only evidence I saw was the bowl which contained my peanut stash – the lid on top was halfway off, pushed far enough over for a mouse to get in. Well, the last time I went to Costco I bought a bag containing four pummelos (giant Asian grapefruit), and I had two left; I just ate one that Sunday evening. I put the two remaining pummelos on top of the lid; let’s see if the fruit Leive calls bo’ongon will keep the mice out. Of course that’s only a short-term solution, since I will probably finish the pummelos before I finish the peanuts.
This morning at 10 AM, I called my Dad in Florida to tell him I’m all right after the recent storm. He was pleased at that, of course, but when I told him that a mouse is eating my peanuts, he said “Aww, they gotta eat too!” I might have known; Dad always had a soft spot for rodents.