Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Things That Make Me Happy

Thirteen hours of light and waning…

Every night just after sundown, I peer out my window and look for fireflies. They’re still there! Not very many, but if I stare long enough, I begin to see flashes.

Firefly season has been looong this year. Fireflies make me happy.


I know what else would make me happy:

An iPhone 8 plus.

Portrait lighting! Retina HD display! Automatically adjusted white point! Optical image stabilization! Wide-angle lens! Telephoto lens! Optical zoom! Battery lasts for-fuckin’-ever!

Little Megan had one, and I admired it so extravagantly that she had to let me play with it.

Of course, an iPhone 8 plus would only make me happy for one or two days max, but for those 48 hours, I would be delirious! Brimming over with joi de vivre and gratitude.

Is $799 too great a price to pay for 48 hours of perfect happiness?


I bought a new computer. That didn’t make me happy although it’s a very nice little machine, and God knows, I needed it.


Also, my new bed arrived. I was hoping that a firm mattress would fix my knee problem since the knee bone’s connected to the thigh bone; the thigh bone’s connected to the hip bone; the hip bone’s connected to the back bone etc etc, doncha know.

And my knee is better. I’ve been hiking around a fair amount, getting my 10,000 FitBit steps in more often than not, though I haven’t been running. Some residual stiffness. I may try running next week.


I hired someone to haul away the saggy old mattress and bedsprings, and other space-hogging useless junk that had accumulated over the course of (can it be?) four years. He and his helper put the new bed together for me since so far as mechanical aptitude is concerned, I am a hopeless idiot who can barely operate a can opener. Putting together a bedframe imported from China would be a total impossibility even with all the YouTube videos in the world.

The helper was this 17-year-old neo-Nazi in training and cute, the way all baby animals—even, presumably, baby crocodiles and baby vipers—are cute. I confess I was very curious about what turns someone this young into a neo-Nazi, so I drew him out, learned all about his home schooling regimen, his firm but righteous (for which read: abusive) stepfather.

I felt a little bit ashamed of myself, but when you’re a spy, you’re a spy, right? I considered asking him to join me in a rousing Mi Sheberakh when the work was done, but I decided that would be a bit over the top.


What else? Oh, right. I drove to the library a couple of days ago. When I got out of the car, I noticed that the engine was on in the Prius parked next to me even though no one was sitting behind the wheel. Most peculiar!

I peeked inside the car, and there were a couple of toddlers strapped into their car seats. They looked sleepy. It was one of those days when it was 90° out, and the humidity was off the charts. The Prius’s windows were rolled all the way up, but it sounded as though the air conditioner was on.

Ho-kay! The driver got points for not leaving the kids in a suffocatingly hot car, I suppose.

But the driver lost points for not realizing that car engines generate carbon monoxide. The driver apparently did not read detective novels! Or had never contemplated suicide.

I went into the library, told the person behind the checkout desk, “Um, there’s a situation in the parking lot I think you should look into.”

She was alarmingly noncommittal. “I’m not allowed to leave my post.”

“Can you call security?”

“Security is on break.”

“This is pretty important,” I said and explained the situation.

The woman rolled her eyes as though I was making a Big Something out of a Little Nothing. Was I? Maybe I was!

“If you don’t call security, I’m going to call the police,” I said.

I didn’t want two dead toddlers on my conscience!

I slipped off to the fiction stacks while she was on the phone with security.

A Prius! A fucking Prius! I mean, wouldn’t you think that owning a Prius bespeaks a certain level of education such that you would know that it was a bad idea to leave babies in a car with the engine running? But maybe I was being an alarmist; maybe one of the advantages of owning a hybrid is that you can leave the engine on without fearing asphyxiation.

(A disadvantage, certainly, if you’re collecting ways to off yourself. Hmmmm... Maybe I should reconsider buying a Prius.)


Oh. And I found out Al Mart died. I never liked Al Mart. A loudmouthed jerk, I’d always thought. How he’d become such an integral part of the Big Bash experience, I could never figure out. He was one of the reasons I started avoiding Big Bash, in fact.

Still, now he's dead. One of the first clowns in that particular parade to march into the West—the people like Tom or Jerry who'd died of one-in-a-million cancers don't really count.

The rest of us will be marching into the West soon enough.

And if you’ve read this far, you can kinda tell where this thought-train will end up if I keep riding it.

So I'll jump off now.

This entry was originally posted at http://mallorys-camera.dreamwidth.org. You may leave comments on either Dreamwidth or LiveJournal if you like.


( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 22nd, 2018 06:28 pm (UTC)
So did anyone come? You don’t leave kids in a car on a 90-degree day, because, other than what could happen to them, there are crazy people like me who WILL call 911 on the spot.

It takes a village.
Aug. 22nd, 2018 07:06 pm (UTC)
Yeah. I stuck around glaring at the idiot desk clerk to make sure she summoned security and while I was in the stacks searching for a copy of Crazy Rich Asians (GO SEE THAT MOVIE!), I heard, "Would the owner of a blue Prius please report to the front desk?" over the intercom.

But those kids are doomed.

What kind of a fucking moron does something like that?
Aug. 22nd, 2018 07:27 pm (UTC)
A Prius-driving, library-going moron. Doomed indeed.

Ha! Josie & I were talking about it just now. I guess I’ll go see it. I miss the theater.
Aug. 23rd, 2018 05:01 am (UTC)
I suspect if **I** did that, I would be charged with child abuse.
You will be charged as well.
A wealthy soccer mom with a Prius, prolly not.
Aug. 23rd, 2018 04:50 pm (UTC)
No, I don't think so. So long as the kids were safe.
Aug. 23rd, 2018 04:21 pm (UTC)
I have honestly never heard of someone dying in a car unintentionally. I have spent many hours inside the car with it running listening to the radio and see it happen a lot. Half my co-workers eat their lunch in their car just to get away from the cubicles but with our heat you simply can't sit in the car without running the a/c. I don't know what someone would do in the library for an extended amount of time but I do remember running to the rest room a couple of times in my young single mom days. I hate public bathrooms and did not want to go to with two kids in tow and couldn't wait until I was home.
Aug. 23rd, 2018 04:49 pm (UTC)
Interesting! Maybe the car has to be in an enclosed space like a garage in order for the carbon monoxide levels to build up to lethal levels. Nevertheless, in a city like Poughkeepsie, it's very unwise to leave a car running with two kids in it. Invitation to a car-jacking. Even if the car is locked. Car windows can be broken. And are all the time here.

I never left my kid in a car in my single Mom days, but there were times when I had to leave him (alone) in the house sleeping when I had to run out to the store for a quart of milk or something. Which essentially amounts to the same thing, I suppose.

Aug. 23rd, 2018 05:18 pm (UTC)
Corey was born in 1991 and I spent a lot of my time in Belmont a small town outside of Charlotte. Then I never would conceive of someone crashing the windows to take my escort while I ran to the rest room in the library. It certainly wasn't something I did more than a couple of times though. I am still stuck on why anyone would go into the library for more than 10 minutes unless they were writing a paper or something. It just seems odd but Lord only knows what the 411 is for why the kids were in the car. I was just speaking to the sitting in the car thing because I have done it so many times and I can remember my brother listening to his radio at full blast so many times growing up.
Aug. 23rd, 2018 05:52 pm (UTC)
You would think that an educated person with a Prius would realize, at the min, that if someone calls the police on your two babies in the car, the officer will smash the window to get them out with nary a moment's hesitation and that will be more inconvenient than taking your toddlers into the library.
Aug. 23rd, 2018 06:00 pm (UTC)
No doubt we can always count on the police and we can always count on someone to call them. It's also much more convenient to take two toddlers in a stall these days.
Aug. 23rd, 2018 07:18 pm (UTC)
Well. I would have called the police if that checkout clerk hadn't called library security.

Maybe it was a long shot. But like I said: I don't want two dead toddlers on my conscience.
Aug. 24th, 2018 01:34 am (UTC)
I commented because you seemed to question whether sitting in the car with the a/c on was life threatening and since I've done it many times like yesterday for an hour many times I could speak to that. From my limited information one has to be in a closed space, with an older car, and even then put cloths or something in the cracks in order to achieve death that way.
Aug. 24th, 2018 01:44 am (UTC)
And I think you're right. :-)

But who knows? The car could have had a faulty exhaust system. Shit happens.
Aug. 23rd, 2018 07:20 pm (UTC)
Yeah. I would have thought the same thing. I guess maybe that's my class snobbery showing. :-)
( 14 comments — Leave a comment )