Something else that didn't happen yesterday was the laundry. It turns out that Sunday is the day all the washerless people in town do their laundry, and the place was packed and the washing machines I intended to use were busy, and there wasn't time to go back and wash. I went shopping and home and my sister will do my essential laundry at her house and bring it back tomorrow. I really hope to get my machine fixed soon.
Tuesday the AT&T guy will come to look at the telephones and see why they are not working. As the heater int he den, the washing machine, the telephones, and now the computer are all deranged, I expect that the furnace will be next, but maybe it will be only the refrigerator or the dryer or the water heater. But please don't let it be the cable or the television. I really need the distraction they bring.
If some switch doesn't decide to murder me next time I use it, and the computer decides to keep functioning, I'll be back. Otherwise, goodbye cruel Idernets. Here's belated Sunday Verse about something that still works:
Belated Sunday Verse
by Jaime Sabines
You can take the moon by the spoonful
or in capsules every two hours.
It's useful as a hypnotic and sedative
and besides it relieves
those who have had too much philosophy.
A piece of moon in your purse
works better than a rabbit's foot.
Helps you find a lover
or get rich without anyone knowing,
and it staves off doctors and clinics.
You can give it to children like candy
when they've not gone to sleep,
and a few drops of moon in the eyes of the old
helps them to die in peace.
Put a new leaf of moon
under your pillow
and you'll see what you want to.
Always carry a little bottle of air of the moon
to keep you from drowning.
Give the key to the moon
to prisoners and the disappointed.
For those who are sentenced to death
and for those who are sentenced to life
there is no better tonic than the moon
in precise and regular doses.