And life just keeps getting interesting out here in the OC. Yesterday was my day to do my laundry and housework, after which I ran a couple of errands and had lunch out. I was sitting in front of the TV watching the news, when the power went out. Southern California Edison told my roommate Diane, who went out to ask the lineman parked nearby, when the power would be back on. He said "half an hour." This was around 12:30 p.m. . The power didn't come back on until a quarter to midnight, over 11 hours later. A transformer up the street had blown. We were grateful we had a gas range and water heater, so we could use the stove, though we had to use matches to light the pilot (electric ignition). I managed to take my shower before it got dark. I ran up the street to get a couple cans of soup and a soda--didn't want to open the fridge. We had a couple of flashlights, plus plenty of candles.
Then my roommate Becky--4'11", at least 300 lbs.--slipped and fell in her room, and I was the only one who could lift. Fortunately, Becky managed to get up mostly by herself. But she needs to make some decisions about her lifestyle and diet--she eats very large portions, and very high fat foods. She claims to have a certain medical condition, but I once looked up medical conditions with obesity as a symptom, and not only were they all accompanied by a galaxy of other very obvious symptoms, one of the most common symptoms was mental retardation, and Becky isn't by a long shot. She's just food addicted.
By the way, I'm not skinny, either--5' 7" and near 200 lbs., and I like to eat too. The other day I was so hungry I ate a shepherd's pie from Fresh 'N' Easy, a soda, and a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia. Yes, I paid for it the next day. And the shepherd's pie was meant to be shared. I was going to get something at Quizno's, but the one that was nearby where I catch the bus home from the library was closed, everything taken out. So I didn't have any other choice--nothing I had at home was defrosted.