whoa II

it's friday night in america, so we are getting in the car, hungry, at around 9:20 to take off for an epic trip to fred meyer's, attempting to plan our attack so we make it back in time to watch law & order with some tasty snacks. we get in the car, which is parked in se portland facing north, across powell from the train yard/omsi-related construction site. we see a bright flash of blue, almost turqoise light coming from around where water st. is.

"aliens! superheroes! i think all the streetlights are out!" (me)
"what streetlights?" (jake)
"oh . . . i guess just that one." (me)
lights are on in houses, there's no power outage or anything. but i am thinking, aliens, superheroes, zombies, could be anything. what follows is a drive to freddy's, with me pleading with jake to just believe in those things for like five minutes. if he took me seriously, he could become a famous journalist overnight! after that i just forgot about it.

UNTIL we got home and the clock was flashing. there was indeed a power outage, probably only seconds long because i was observant and on top of it. this led me to search for "blue flash of light portland or," which led me to this website.

whoa.

whoa

news on the mouse in the house problem: there is a dead mouse under an overturned trap under the sink. i know someone saw it, because i had closed the under-the-sink doors with a big spoon (you know, through the handles, which would never fool a three-year-old but which would definitely fool my cat, preventing a different sort of problem altogether). this person opened the doors, saw the mouse, and just left it. god, i hate them so much. i have never felt such pure hatred for another person, except for other people i have lived with. just some of them, maybe one in particular. i left it because i don't want to deal with it by myself because i'll cry and be overcome by the urge to light a candle and have a small procession for this tiny animal whose back i broke because of my desire to not die of the huntavirus. i mean, sometimes you have to be practical. you can't live your life like every day is an episode of pete & pete. also, this person, either before or after the mouse's tragic death, i'm not sure, took the rest of the traps that jake and i had 1. bought 2. baited 3. set up strategically and scattered them around the house. what a retarded thing to do. someone is going to step on them. god, i hate them so much.