December 20, 2005

Wacky Day

Monday started like any other day, but it only stayed normal for about an hour.

Around 8am the power went out (snow and ice must have broken a wire). The furnace stopped running due to the lack of power, so I started a fire in the fireplace to keep things warm. We got out a battery powered radio and heard that most of the schools in the area were sending the kids home because they didn't have power either, so we figured it was going to be a while. I went around to our neighbors and invited everyone to come over, because most of the houses where we live don't have fireplaces.

Somewhere around 9am the seven year old from next door was dropped off, and she came to us because her parents weren't home. Marion was quite interested in her, as she normally is, but also slightly weirded out by the experience. After the seven year old started reading books Marion warmed up to the idea, and they played together for the next couple of hours.

Keleigh decided that since she had some vacation time coming, she'd stay home in the afternoon to give me a chance to finish the final revision of my book, so I could send it to the printer. I had a great time doing the editing at The Ugly Mug, a coffeeshop near Eastern Michigan University. The Ugly Mug played great music, and the staff gave me the impression that working there was like working with the people from the Empire Records movie. It was hip, witty, slightly pretentious, and quite certainly a part of the slacker nation. It was everything that I had hoped for.

When I got back home, edits done, Keleigh had done the laundry and the dishes, and the house was in a better state than when I'd left, but things were still weird. Keleigh received a call from the mother of the 3 month old that she's donating breastmilk to, who told her that she was using the milk at a much faster rate than we had planned for. In order to help her produce more milk, she drank lots and ate some oatmeal (high calories, and it helps milk production).

Then, randomly, we were watching the Radio Music Awards, and Snoop Dogg performed a stunningly disorganized rendition of ... well, I'm not sure what it was, I suppose it was a song, but it was terrible. I'm not into hip-hop (or rap, or whatever Snoop does) anyway, but this just seemed to be verbal chaos, in a non-musical way, whereas most hip-hop that I've heard on the radio seems to have some kind of order.

After Snoop, we saw Ricky Martin perform, and he seemed to be getting tired quickly. Maybe he's slightly too old to be the young hip-shaking heart-throb?

And for the finale of weirdness, some woman sang "Santa Baby" (lyrics) to a festively dressed Snoop Dogg. Snoop is not my idea of Santa, in any way, and when she sang "Santa Bizzle", I decided I'd had all that I could stand.

Weirdness. Strangeness. Everything seemed just a little bit off.


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