Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Friday, Sept. 30, 2005 - 4:39 a.m.
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ElectroDead
Merde alors!
I just killed my electolux!
I DO have another dead electrolux for spare parts in the basement.
Now if I just can find someone to repair dead electroluxs.
I thought I was soooo smart... yup, I put the plug back on the cord (too much pulling the vacuum around the whole apartment with it plugged in the same socket weakened the cord/plug connection and the last time I let it recoil into its little electolux body, the cord vanished into the vacuum and the plug flew across the room). I thought I was so smart. I DID wonder if there was a right and wrong wire to put on each little plug screw, but thought, oh what the heck.
So, I stripped some wire, screwed it back on, put on its little plastic plug jacket, and plugged it in and it made vacuumy sounds. So I thought yeah, great smart capable wenchie!
Except now, two days later once I have picked up a bit, reassembled the dogcart (only 6 weeks after my vacation) and removed it from the livingroom floor, and was ready to vacuum... I plugged it in, it made a solid, then weak, then a sort of fan-grating sound and died. REALLY dead. No whispers of breathe. Nothing.
Did I plug the plug wrong? Shortcircuit its little suckybits? Oh damn.
So now I dogbrushed the majority of the fluffyfur off the carpeting (which is full of dust and dirt and grunge still) and swept the kitchen and hall floor. But it does NOT have the soul satisfying rebirth that a vacuum cleaner salesman relies on for his sales. No it does not.
So now I must find a doctor for the electrolux. At least I have transplant organs for it... unless of course, BOTH of them have the same dead body part. Let's hope not.
Dang, I wish the old vacuum cleaner repair guy hadn't retired and closed his sad little shop. At least he was close and fixed my electrolux (which is practically an antique. vintage I guess)
Besides that, I stayed home and sent out my work finished last night by Fedex, I drew my comics page, and cut and labelled all the paper for the black and white South Korean work... will start transfering the sketches tomorrow. But I didn't get up til 2pm, yikes.. my body was finally revolting at going to bed at 7am and getting up at 12:15. And thus I didn't have time to go check out the cute Zaire guy teaching his Kung Fu class. Drat! Maybe I'll have time tomorrow. Maybe I'll see if I can sign up for that instead of the gym... three times a week I'd be in shape in no time! And be able to break ribs and protect my groin! (the start of the stretch he showed me in the park had strange elbow-back-quickly and knock-kneed in an instant moves... apparently for just those purposes!). cool.
OK, gotta get to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll try to find time to dust off and pack my puter bits in their original boxes. Guess I should photodocument them too. Drat. That'll take time. Sigh and deep sigh.
but I gotta get them off the floor before I trip over them, or they are even MORE full of dust and cat hair than they already are.
nite nite folks!
wenchie
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