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It’s hot in Scotts Valley today– in the 90’s, at least. I have mosquito bites on my ankles that are not being helped by the weather.
And the park we’re in has 30 Amp service, which means every time I turn on the air conditioner, the main circuit breaker blows and I lose power. The park staff think I should be able to run the A/C, but it looks like that’s just not going to happen. This might be a problem, given that our intention is to only live in places where it’s warm, while it’s warm.
This would be less of an issue if, say, the circuit breaker were user-serviceable. However, another part of the “older park” syndrome is that the main circuit breaker is behind a lock.
Thus, I get to swelter inside my motorhome until the park staff get around to fixing the electricity. I’ve notified them, but I suspect they forgot about me, given that it’s been about twenty minutes and no activity.
sweat sweat sweat
The heat makes me sleepy, but if I sleep, I’ll just be laying in a warm bed, sweating profusely.
Maybe I’ll go swim for a bit.
I developed a roll of film the other day (yes, an actual roll of film!) and there were only three pictures on it. One was a picture from my desk– probably taken while I was loading the camera (the camera in question is my grandmother’s old Canon SLR, a classic that still works as well today as it did thirty years ago).
The other two pictures were this one and a second picture, very similar pose and clothing.
I have absolutely no idea when or where these pictures were taken. I got rid of that shirt a while ago, and I’ve lost those sunglasses, but I still wear those sandals and jeans, so I’m thinking it was in the last year or so. I just can’t remember taking this camera out in the past year, but that beige bag is the camera bag for it, so I’m sure I did at some point.
Anyway, I share this today because it’s a bit like a found object, to me.