Jerry Wayne Longmire got his electric bill, reflecting the heat of a Texas summer. The shock and misery causes him to wax poetic in the style of novelist William Faulkner. And like Faulkner, it's long-winded but quite emotive. You can feel his misery through the words. (via Neatorama)
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BRILLIANT!
That is a fair amount of time given to growing that beard.
Mine ages to maybe 2 months and off it comes, to reveal my mother's face, may you gods rest her soul, if that be how things are after the movie of life rolls the credits seldom read.
Here in and on these 'Shaky Isles' of European colonisation, down near that place with kangaroos, I, 4 weeks into beard growth, stoke my wood burning fire each night, the couch spaces already claimed by the wealth of cats living here ... outside it is 5 or 6 degrees, the big C, Miss C, the antipode of the big F, but i don't know what 5 degrees is, in American money.
We'll get down to zero in a few weeks, that's freezing for you older 'imperial' folks. The bunnies water bowls will soon have 25mm of ice on them of a morning, which I will have to go out and break up.
So the talk of hot and humid nights is temporally alien to me, but as written on various cave walls across this wonderful planet we all live on, the sun will rise tomorrow and the seasons will change, and that which some of you experience now will be experienced by others in their due time.
A lot of our lekky comes from stored rainwater being allowed to rush down through big pipes to spin a turbine, we also generate sparky juice by allowing geothermal steam (hence the name Shaky Isles) to spin some of those turbines, and a little coal and gas gets burned (hardly affecting the climate, nowhere near as much as the sun does) ... and we get our power bills once a month. Mine this last month (we are slipping into winter here, in case you haven't cottoned on about different seasons in different hemispheres) was $147, just under $40 a week, about $24 US, running a heat pump, fridge, computer, LED lights, and the washing machine and dryer .... I can go through more moola than that in various alcoholic drinks, and sometimes I do.
Must say, it is nice to hear an American that isn't whinging about the big fat orange muppet, not that I am a fan of the woman abusing cretin, just that one can tire of the nicest ice cream, when one has a surfeit of it ... and, lol, you lot must have had a surfeit of that fake tanned monstrosity by now ... his rancid oil slick of nastiness flows across the world, and even pollutes the pristine waters here where I am.
My cappuccino cools like a candle guttering on the window sill, I must away to the espresso machine and use some more of that sparky power stuff to make myself a new one.
Enjoy summer, winter is coming (never watched that show)
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