After I took two brief naps sitting in our semi-comfortable lobby chairs, I started pacing. I went out to the courtyard, which was somewhat pleasant, and did laps. The courtyard had a lemon tree and three orange trees.
On one early lap, I reached up and briefly touched a low-hanging lemon. As I continued I heard it smack the cobblestones as it fell. I didn’t realize I was so strong that I can take down a lemon with slightest touch.
(Editor: It’s not as impressive as it sounds. Writer: I actually felt guilty about my own strength! Editor: I’m pretty sure it was ready to go at the slightest touch).
Anyhow, looking to cover up my crime before angering one of the apartment dwellers, I kicked the lemon into the small hole in the grates surrounding the tree trunk, and it rolled out of sight. After Watergate the saying has been “the coverup is worse than the crime,” but in this case the successful coverup brought me relief.
Anyhow, recounting that story and the pacing, first in the courtyard and then in our lobby, shows you how bored I was.
Both Carol and I worried that it could take a week to get electricity back. That wasn’t a helpful thought to have.
Did I pee in one of the bushes in the courtyard? Yes, yes I did. I’m not proud to admit that (nobody except a drunk teenager would be), but with no access to our toilet, I had little choice (the other choice was out on the street, so there was really no choice). The good news is between the orange and lemon trees, no one looking out of their window at that point would have be able to see me.
Carol went out at one point to find a hotel room, but the hotel clerks wouldn’t rent one, because they had no way of checking which, if any rooms were available.
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