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It’s a well-known fact that television is better than Ambien, at least for me. With the exception of Jeopardy, all I need to do is sit down to watch a little something, and I fall asleep immediately, unless it’s a mystery or crime show, in which case I’ll make it until the last 15 minutes. There are episodes of some shows I’ve started to watch three or four times, and I still don’t know who did it. Happily, TV networks tend to put their programming online and a person can watch at an hour when she might stay awake.

To alleviate the foul mood of the my-life-is-now-different-and-I’m-upset whinefest, I thought I’d watch one of the many fine progams I’ve slept through and took the laptop into the bedroom. After finding an outlet and plugging in a power strip, I was finally ready to watch Num3ers, featuring a crime with a magician: another well-known fact is that I’m a sucker for a mystery with magic, food, priests, crime-solving animals, or locked rooms, and if you combine them, and I’m transported. All of which is more than you needed to know, and probably enough to make you think less of me as a person and a sex object. But I digress.

I plugged in my laptop, opened it up, and couldn’t find the internet. I looked under the bed, in the litter box, and where it ought to be, on my computer. But no love, no internet. Of course, I took it personally and assumed that I had done something wrong, or had frightened it away, or was simply unworthy of the Greatness of the Intertubes; it was that kind of day. Finally, I called Bob, who was working on a Saturday and was very reassuring. “Sometimes Verizon is just weird,” he told me. “It will probably be back soon.” It wasn’t when he returned home, so we took the opportunity to have dinner at Nora’s, our local pub, which was all decked out for the holidays.

Nora's Park Bench

What I’m not showing you is the other tree in front of the pub, which can be seen from blocks away, possibly even from space, and is one of the more restrained lighting displays in our neighborhood. If the power goes out in the northeast, it won’t be from a blizzard, but because of Marine Park’s festive mood.

We returned home to find that we still didn’t have a connection, and Bob called Verizon; they said there was an outage in our neighborhood and ours alone. So, the next day, without e-mail, Facebook, LJ, online news, or amusing games, we got to work. Curtains finally got hung in the living room.

living room curtains

Wood blinds went up in the bedroom, office, and over the hutch, respectively blond, cherry and metallic. The overhead light in the office got repaired, with a pretty glass pull thingamee added. All of this was Bob’s handiwork, with an occasional assist from me. My contribution was the hanging of artwork, this time in the bedroom.

bedroom art -- the project

For reasons I’d hate to explain, mostly because couldn’t, this involved partially disrobing and climbing up on furniture. No alcohol was involved and no animals were hurt, and as you can see, it worked out in the end. After that, I started and mostly completed the festive holiday card project.

By the time we finished everything, the internet had returned to reward our virtue and industry. Or maybe they just fixed the problem.

The living room curtains really make an enormous, if not all the difference to me, enough to regain my cheerful equilibrium, or as much of it as I had. Once again, I feel like there are many wonderful things about this neighborhood, including the splendors of Kings Highway. Still, it saddens me that I remain unable to get my two favorite comfort foods: Stouffers frozen spinach soufflé, and Annie’s mac&cheese, but that seems like a small price to pay when so much else is good.
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On December 16th, 2008 06:34 pm (UTC), lunakitsch commented:
Annie's = Yum
I'm totally with you on the Annie's Mac & Cheese. I'll certainly be shipping some to myself back in Bahrain before I leave the States. While I sadly cannot find their Mild Mexican version any longer, I can remedy it by dumping salsa into a pot of the regular kind.

The house looks lovely, I especially like the color of your curtains.
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On December 16th, 2008 08:34 pm (UTC), eleanor replied:
Re: Annie's = Yum
I can order the mac&cheese from the web site, but the frozen spinach souffle, well, it's either local or it's not. So sad.

The curtains are actually from my old place, and I think they were originally selected because they were on sale, but with the addition of a few throws in this living room, they work! Hurrah!
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On December 16th, 2008 06:43 pm (UTC), maedb commented:
I'm so glad to see you posting again. I've missed your particular take on the world.

And I've always thought the entirety of New York was a sucky awful cement-laden hellhole. I have now be edumacated. Brooklyn seems like a really nice place.
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On December 16th, 2008 08:40 pm (UTC), eleanor replied:
Mind you, my take on Brooklyn is part of my quirky take on the universe, and not everyone likes it. There are so many different types of neighborhoods: some with perfectly preserved Victorian row houses, and other filled with hipsters and hipster bars. There are places near parks and others near water. Busy places and quiet places. Basically, we have enough diversity to keep everyone happy, or at least those who don't have a problem crossing the East River.

Mind you, we do have bridges; it's not like anyone has to swim.
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On December 16th, 2008 07:07 pm (UTC), butterflysneeze commented:
All of which is more than you needed to know, and probably enough to make you think less of me as a person and a sex object.

Or enough to give somebody ideas. ;)
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On December 16th, 2008 08:41 pm (UTC), eleanor replied:
I know plenty of mystery writers, and no one has ever taken the challenge to come up with a good mystery with a cook, a priest, a locked room, a magician and an animal companion.
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