From Schnauzerland ---

[vanillafluffy]

Here I am, ensconced in the lair of grey-bearded canines. Their mama has set sail---well, not actual sails, but she *is* on the high seas even as I type. I have cash in hand, a refridgerator that's not only quieter than mine, but considerably better stocked---a half-dozen different varieties of protein to tempt me---none of them eggs!---and a 12 pack of Diet Coke with Lime that nearly made me sob with feeling.

I've been subsisting on store-brand colas for so long---without a hint of citrus---that The Good Stuff makes me feel like one of those wine snobs you see: *sniff, sniff* "Ah, the bouquet! Key lime, harvested in February, 2006 in the Conch Republic..." *sip* "Effervescent! Lively, with full-bodied aspartame sweetness and a tart citrus aftertaste...." DC w/L is my caffeine of choice, you see, so after such an extended period of deprivation, I'm taking care not to guzzle the whole thing overnight. I could do it, no joke.

There are also several slightly stale donuts (a few seconds in the microwave should revive them), a whole loaf of honey wheat bread (I must locate her toaster), a few pieces of fruit, and sufficient dog- and cat food to keep the menagerie from starving until mama returns.

Tomorrow, I'll find a relatively cheap gas station, because I drove over here on fumes. I'll get some eggs, because toast alone does not breakfast make, some kidney beans to toss in the crockpot with that mass o' ground beef---a pot of chili ought to last me 2 or 3 days---and something chocolate. And then, I may just hunker down and write and cook and go for walks on the beach.

Tonight, though, I'm going to sink into the hot tub and soak until I'm a raisin.

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And this is how paranoid I've become: when I set up my computer, I plugged my surge protector into her surge protector....

Comments

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you for the double surge protectors! Being an internet displaced person was no fun at all.

Ah, the joys of cut-rate soda! Last week my favorite poor people's grocery store had limes three for a dollar. I bought three huge ones. A quarter of a lime will liven up 2-3 glasses of Faygo diet cola. It makes it so much tastier.

I envy my friend in Texas. She grows limes, and every other fruit known to man, in her yard, so making a rum and coke is a very easy proposition at her house.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

I could, theoretically, grow limes here---many people do!---but the one and only time I tried, the tree kicked the bucket. It's an evil truth: the stuff that's weeds, that I want to die, thrives. If it's desirable, more often than not, it dies a horrible death. I used to have pretty good luck with houseplants (as opposed to landscaping), but when I was really depressed, I "let" everything die.

I asked my friend to bring me back a bottle of rum, coconut by preference. We'll see what happens!