Osso, The elevator works. Went down last night to get catfood. Supermarket was a disaster area. No meat. No dairy. No appetizing stuff. Catfood they had. Held my breath in the elevator coming back up.
Additional kvetch: My Hershey's Nougats melted. It's hot. Still.
Glad to hear you survived, Roberta. Sounds like it was no fun. I checked in with my mother, who only lost power until Friday morning (on LI). I wondered how she survived without her life support system (the TV), but she surprised me by saying she had a battery-powered radio to listen to.
My mother? So resourceful? Nu?
D'art, Vuh den? Glad your mother is ok. Reminds me of a story. During the first big blackout in the sixties, my father and I went over to make sure my grandmother was ok. She thought we were meshuga. "I didn't have electricity for almost as long as I've had it," she said. Well excuse me.
Final kvetch: My cable box dropped dead from the power surge when the lights went back on. Just got a new one. I get better reception and ten new channels at no additional cost. So it wasn't a total loss if you don't count the hundreds of dollars worth of food I threw out. But who's counting.
So, nu? I just found it, this thread, and what happens? Only that everybody shuts up already. For this I spend half an hour reading? More, already, more! I want to hear more about your tsimmes and tsores.
For this talk they call you "Merry" Andrew?
Andy, Just because I'm not writing you think I ran out of things to say? You should live so long. You want tsores? The blackout wasn't enough tsores for you? You want more? I have a pain in my right knee. Not a you-shouldn't-know-from-it pain. Just a pain. Getting old is from hunger.
Magnetic knee pads I am wearing because of the pain in my knees!
Deb, Magnetic? You shouldn't stick to the stove.
Nah the stove stays in its appointed place. Magnetism schmagnetism! Sounds like witchcraft to me, but what do I know from magnetism?
(Wanna chat on IM, I am on..)
You think you got troubles? What about me? Tuesday it's back to arbeiten, and that's one schmertz in toches like you wouldn't know from. Knees, schmees. As long as your kopfs are okay.
Kvetch, kvetch. All the yentas know what to do is sit around and krechts!
It's the gettingup that makes me kvetch - the sitting down by me is fine.
Help! I have to meet my Jewish mother in 20 minutes and explain why we can't visit her this weekend!
Oy bunnygirl, what tsorres. You shouldn't know from it.
Now, for this I pity you, Cav. Oy veh!
Oy, Cav. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Be strong, tatteleh.
Oy veh Cav! Why can you not see your mother? How many hours was she in labour mit du? For this she gets no visit?
Heh heh...now she lives most of the week in Waterloo...oy, the torment...all alone, no family comes to visit...
Sigh - has she met her Waterloo?
