And here I was, all set with my post titled, "Why I can't read John Rickards' blog anymore" when through the early morning stillness there was a loud pop outside.
And my backup power supply started beeping, so I shut the computer off.
Yes, a good, solid 4 hours without power on our side of town. Have you ever heard that things happen in threes? My sister told me that when I was a kid. I believe it was right after I partially severed my foot. The year before, I'd been hit by a car while riding my bike and I landed on my head (hence the scar on my head, James!) and this was 2 years in a row.
The cycle was completed the next year when I fell down a waterfall. Have I ever mentioned I'm a walking disaster? Well, I certainly was a very clutsy kid. I had a hard enough time walking on my own two feet - I knew modeling, wearing those tiny shoes with astronomical heels was never in my future. Not that I have the body for it anyway. I love food.
Anyway, I figure this completes our trio of bizarrities. First, the water. Second, the huge fire. Today, a major power outage.
Tomorrow, there will be peace and calm and all will be right with the world... Right?!!!
The good news is, I have my plane ticket. I have my insurance. I have some British pounds, which will probably be easier to get rid of than standard Canadian pounds, which seem to cling to you forever. And I took a couple snaps of the piles of charred rubble that they've already started bulldozing from the fire.
Another movie. This time, Syriana. Not a happy-go-lucky story. The kind that makes you sad and angry and leaves you mad at the world. Really enjoyed it, it wouldn't be for everyone (I think if you like international politics and conspiracy stuff, you'll enjoy this) and can I just say that Alexander Siddig is awesome? I don't know what it is - there's something about him that's just so damn likeable, to me anyway. But then, I loved Deep Space Nine.
And what's keeping me up at night? Or should I say, who? John McFetridge, author of Dirty Sweet. This is a great read. Despite the fact that the book is set in Taranna.
Something to think about.
And my friend, fellow author Julia Buckley has been interviewed by Lonnie Cruse!
As for why I can't read Rickards' blog anymore... maybe I'll fill you in tomorrow.