It’s hot, as it has been now for many days. In my building, which is ancient, there are two equally ancient elevators. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don’t. They never inspire confidence. I’ve practiced the whole jumping in the air just as the elevator hits the bottom thing, in case we ever go into freefall. Today, the heat caused an issue where the elevator door opens….very, very slowly…..you board, and stand there for several minutes waiting for it to close again. It will, eventually, but it is literally minutes of waiting.
If you are on a higher floor, it will repeat this exercise on each floor, so your elevator ride can last for 10 minutes or more. You can’t call the other elevator, because the sensor senses that one is already on your floor. I don’t mind going down the stairs, as an alternative, but going up 134 steps is too much in this heat. I always take my cell phone on the elevator, because there is a very high likelihood of getting stuck in these elevators, but now I’m also going to take a book, and catch up on my reading while I wait for the door to close.
Staffers were scrounging for fans because the ancient air conditioning just can’t keep up. One staffer, who is in her mid-30s, came hunting for a fan and commented she thought she must be having a hot flash. I assured her that if she still had any clothes on, she was not having one. What? Do you mean that not everyone strips to put as much distance between themselves and their clothes at such a time—it’s just me? Now you know why I avoid malls, sports arenas, and other clothing-is-not optional places.
Tonight’s song is in honor of someone who had a fried brain, and then lost their mind. Hope they feel better soon.
Tuesday night, the Sacramento Monarchs play the Seattle Storm in Seattle. With the Monarchs 7-6 record, there is no telling what’s going to happen. All I know, is that it is critical that I win the bet on this one—so, if everyone out there would make that wish and cross their fingers, knock on wood, meet three sheep, carry an acorn or a 4-leaf clover, sleep facing south, anything, to ensure a Monarchs victory. Please and thank you.
As good luck would have it. ~ Bill Shakespeare
Published on: Jun 27, 2006
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