in which our plucky heroine (aka "Fjorlief the forgetful") now has a phone buried in a pan of warm rice... hoping to dry it out
Getting a call in the middle of my afternoon nap this afternoon, inviting me on an excursion out to Kelley Point Park and the beach - for the win! Wading in the Willamette up to my hips and THEN remembering that my cell phone was in my pocket - not so much...
Today I am grateful for box fans, and for mylar bubblepack, which together allow the fact that while it is 92F in the shade on the front porch, it is 73F inside the house. The windows are all closed, the curtains are all drawn, it is mostly dark inside Acorn Cottage (like the house of my best friend back in elementary school, back when not everyone in SoCal had air conditioning), but the temperature differential is worth it. True I have used more electricity this past month than a year ago, but the difference of 14 cents a day is within my capacity to absorb... so I am also grateful that there is electricity available to help ameliorate the heat, and that even in my reduced circumstances there is money to pay the bills
may this gratitude contradict despair