Thursday, December 15, 2005

Spoo-Kee

So, actually got out of bed at six am today since it seems kind of silly to go to bed at nine and sleep all the way until, you know, seven. Tried to go get the Times at the corner, whadya know, they don’t sell it, although I got a beautiful, moody view of the skyline before the sun came up. Came home, what to do without the Times? I know, it’s online, but there’s no romance in that, so I ate my cereal and decided I may as well get my day started and started printing the holiday letter while I watched the morning news. Peeeouuuwww. (That of course, is the internationally recognized sound of the power going out.) Now me, I’m not the kinda gal who learns after the first, second, or eighth time that you can’t run the lights, computer, printer, electric heater, tv and vcr at the same time around here. Nope, not me, I’m gonna try it again! So but what we usually do is either call the landlord to flip the switch in the basement, or Ben does it if the landlord’s not here. But this morning I have neither the landlord nor Ben, so I ventured downstairs, which is as creepy as promised, the stairs creak, the walls are exposed, there’s no light in the staircase, and there’s all kinds of typically miscellaneous weird stuff you might find in any hundred year old basement. Old frames, rusty hand tools, broken flowerpots, two dressmakers dummies, a hundred years of junk. Anyway, I couldn’t find the box at first – there was one box that looked as old as the house, but I had the good sense not to flip that switch, I’m almost afraid to know what it is (probably something to do with the old gas lights), finally found the one that goes to our apartment and lived to tell.
Will this probably happen again? Yeauh huh.

4 comments:

mernitman said...

So just when you were saying there was nothing to blog about... (cue JAWS theme)... What is it about basements? It's all so Freudian...

Meanwhile, I love, love those early morning hours -- always feels like stolen time, the world sounds different before it gets all revved up, and that light--!...

DAM said...

I don't do basements. Ever. Don't you know the boogieman lives down there?

(I'm loving my Times online. I choose the topics of the articles I want sent. No need to turn each page. Best of all...no ink on my fingers!)

Betsy said...

Mernit - it's true I like those hours too. I just feel like, so sad going to bed so early.

DAM - I am sure the boogieman is in our basement and I am also sure we have ghosties in the whole house.
Now, what's this about articles getting sent? I need that! How?

DAM said...

You've got mail!