In the steany land of Oddz

Last week we had a hellacious heat wave right in the middle of a power outage that lasted for days.

At home... my real one... we would lose power if someone sneezed except this time, Elkridge ha the power and the rental neighborhood didn't. No power, no ice, no nothing but enough sweat to fill an ocean. When we did get out the world smelled of sweat and feet and food rapidly rotting in fridges and freezers.

I really didn't mind the heat as much as I minded the fact that I had to go to bed when the sun went down which meant I was up at the butt crack of dawn still steaming.

These new neighborz, the stepford people, grumbled and mumbled and whined. You would have thought that the power company chose them deliberately and not that 600,000 people were out of power. Carmella Drive became Piss and Moan drive. And guess what world.... pissing and moaning do not do a thing toward getting power back on. And when the power guys and the visiting guys from out of state finally got our power back, did the piss and moan neighborz than the guyz? No, they all ran into their house to turn the AC back on. I trudged up the hill, found a clump of power guys and told them I had one thing to say to them and that is... by this time their heads had somewhat turtled into their shoulders waiting for someone else to yell at them. Only I said that I wanted to thank them all for their effort and I wished I could give them all a glass of cold water only I had no ice. Nor could you find ice. Power guys unturtled, grinned and told me I made their day. Then I went into the house and turned on my air conditioner.

With the heat we told the contractor that we didn't expect him to have his guys work when it was so deadly hot. Apparently his customers usually don't do that. and expect the work to continue come hell or high water. The heat supplied the hell, the sweat the high water. Even with that, we have WALLS!!!! And I have my garden window and suddenly the house that seemed so small without walls doesn't seems quite as small. It is a small house but it is my home and even with the trees and the semi cloudy sky the house was still bright inside. Yah... no paneling... sunlight instead. Now we just need the money so we can buy furniture. I really cannot wait to go home. My home.

When we were looking to buy a house and get out of the town house 30 years ago, we pulled into the drive way of waht was to become our home and before we even got out of the real estate guy's car the Old Poop and I looked at each other and said that we were HOME. There was always a sense of the place wrapping its arms around you. As we walked through the house today I I went in each room, greeted it and told it that I was sorry as to what had happened. the house has felt so sad but I swear it perked up a bit.

We had angels in the house, have I told you? There was a corner in the living room where I had displayed a shrine I had made to our guardian angels in a cigar box ans whenever anyone took a photo in the house, orbs appeared but only in that corner, no where else. The shrine was sacrificed to the fire damage but I will be making a new one to invite the angels back. And yes, the are angel orbs and not ghost orbs or spirit orbs. They feel like angels. Angels that saved us all even if we did lose so much.

Is it any wonder I want to crawl back into those comforting home arms? Time has dragged since February 17th and at times I wonder if we will ever get to the day when our home is our home again.

MAybe then my sense of humor will come back. I hope so.