What Did I Do???

"What did you do to piss God off?"

Beats me, but I must be doing it again.  As you know, I'm camping at my mother's house.  I have none of my things there.  I live among hers.  But I have internet, so there is music and there is non-commercial t.v., and there is contact with the digital world.  

Was.  

Last night around seven, the a.c. went out.  It was getting warm, so I went to look at the settings.  The thermostat was blank and wouldn't respond.  

"Mom--did you mess with the a.c.?"

"No."  

I was dubious.  I called the HVAC company with which she has a contract and which is generally so good.  The recording said that their emergency services were closed, to leave a number and they would call back.  I guess a lot of people are having a.c. problems in this heat.  

I checked all the breakers.  Nope.  I checked the float valve.  It seemed to be fine, but I mixed up a gallon of hot water and vinegar to flush down the lines just to see.  Right before I did that, though, the a.c. came back on.  WTF?  I poured the liquid down the drain and it flowed normally.  What could have been wrong?

I don't know, but it surely didn't just heal itself.  I hold my breath until the next session.  

So, with the a.c. working, I stole the t.v.  We watched a pretty girl solo sailor on YouTube.  We watched some "news."  Then I decided to put on a movie.  I chose "Paris After Midnight" just to relax.  I filled a glass with scotch and sat back.  At nine, my mother said she was going to bed.  At nine-thirty, the internet went out which meant I couldn't continue watching Woody Allen make fun of me and my romantic sensibilities.  I guessed that it was some issue in the neighborhood, so I ate some snacks and got ready for bed.  

When I woke up, there still was no internet.  I called Spectrum.  Blah blah blah.  I unplugged and plugged everything, but the modem lights wouldn't come on.  They could send someone out. . . tomorrow.  

Piss shit fuck goddamn.  No music. No t.v. No computer.  Nada y pues nada.  

So that is my life.  I am back at my house for a minute where I have internet.  Life is not cabaret, old chums.  It surely ain't. 

But there was this.  I heard it yesterday.  Oh, my. . . good Elvis.  Great Elvis.  

That is not the version I was sent, though.  Oh, no. . . I was sent this one.  Holy Smokes!  I tried doing this for a minute.  Couldn't make a minute.  I think this is probably the exercise I need.  There are about a hundred versions of this on YouTube.  I watched a few 😝.  If I had cable, I'd probably watch more.