Watching the Sopranos on a very hot day
I had the day off yesterday. (M’s been having a couple of weeks off, and starts uni on Monday.) We didn’t do much, sat on the couch watching The Sopranos. It was too hot to do much else, anyway - I think the temperature reached 41.5°C (106.7°F) at one point during the afternoon. All those bottles? No we weren’t drinking wine - we’ve recycled them for drinking water. We made it through the day by drinking lots of water and sitting in front of a fan.
February 28 2008
Originally uploaded by Constance Wiebrands.
Paco enjoyed our company and spent most of the day dozing.
I seldom have dog pictures on this blog, so when I found this on my camera…
This is Lilo the Dog, who lives with my in-laws. Christmas Day was a very hot day, and she had been surreptitiously obtaining snacks by positioning herself in strategic locations under the dinner table.
There’s a dead cockroach in the shower and I am trying to convince myself that I can easily get rid of it using the dustpan so that I can have a shower, but so far the phobia is stronger than my rational mind.
- It’s dead. It’s not moving so it is highly unlikely to spring out of the dustpan while I sweep it up.
- Even if any part of the cockroach touched me (eg due to my clumsiness, dropping it while sweeping it up), it’s dead and cannot scuttle.
- Even if any part of the cockroach touched me (eg due to my dropping it because of extreme discomfort at the thought of holding an implement that is holding a cockroach) my skin is not going to be seared off, permanently scarred or infested by cockroachness.
- Baubles the Cat can’t help, although she is very interested in the fact that I keep going to the bathroom and pondering the carcass in the shower.
- M’s fast asleep and it would be very cruel to wake him up just to dispose of a cockroach. Especially because it is dead.
- I am an accomplished professional who speaks and reads three languages, is widely read, proficient on the computer, writes two blogs, and hosts dinner parties for twenty. And it’s a mere cockroach.
- And it’s dead.
Sigh. Damned phobia.
There have been a few Cockroach Incidents already this year. It’s going to be a long cockroach season summer.
45 minutes later, after breakfast and a strong cuppa: I did it! Picked up the dustpan and marched into the bathroom. Prodded the cockroach once - no movement. Scooped it in and straight to the bin. WOOOOT!!!!1
