At 5:30 pm we were still doing vet tasks, and that Spouse o' Mine came home from work. I was dripping with sweat (which for me is about the worst sensation in the world), having just spent WAYyyy too much time wrestling with a 120-lb Bloodhound who did not want to have a couple of shots and some stuff sprayed up his nose. (The vet and I tried every trick in the book, but Beau refused to participate in an orderly fashion.) And that Spouse announced, "We have no water."
He walked indoors and returned shortly to report, "We have no electric." (There's a thing about Aussies, or maybe just Aussie Armstrongs, that they remove parts of words in some cases, and add extra parts to other words, in some cases. Aluminum. Aluminium?? I have given up trying to correct this linguistic practice.)
Omygoodness. NO ELECTRIC? No electricity? No air conditioning, in other words?!
As soon as the vet backed out of our drive, I headed over to the kiddie pool for another soak. This time, at 104º in the early evening, bathwater. Ugh.
I went indoors. No electric.
"Let's go to a hotel!" I exclaimed. I was not in the mood to rough it all night long in a hot house without air conditioning, or at least a fan set in the window. I might have to sleep in the kiddie pool, I thought.
Well. I lay on the sofa, motionless, for quite some time, watching the thermostat climb up and up, allthewhile, the sun going down and downer.
"I'm melting, MELTING!"
At dusk I returned outdoors to finish up whatever ends needed meeting: ducks in their house, all cats in for the night (fox season!), and dogs fed and re-watered.
Coming back to the house: oh, glory be! A light! A light!
We had electric.
I wouldn't have to sleep in the kiddie pool.
A miracle!! We'd been saved!