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I saw on TV the other day that to keep the atomic clock happy we had to add an extra second into our normal countdown to compensate for something over my head. Just so happens we needed that extra second last night.
Call us losers or imaginative, your choice, but the Fey's and Kevin and I joined John and Shawna for a painting party last night at their new place. John picked up more paint, I picked up lots of party chow and we each grabbed something to paint with. We ordered pizza and jumped in. Both Veronica and I had grabbed annoying noise makers and I brought champagne, sparkling apple juice and those plastic, stem- assembly- required party glasses. Here's where the extra second came in handy.
The refrigerator had to be unplugged from the basement below to give us access to the wall behind. No problem. John later went to hook it back up and let out a yell. In the process of plugging it back in, somehow it created a spark or two and melted a hole in the copper tubing for the ice maker. [Who knew a spark could melt copper and leave it smoldering?] After further inspection by the only person in the house that knew what he was doing, David assessed that the house was not going to burn down and that everything was fixable. It's just that all this happened as the glowing ball in NYC was dropping. Great timing. Noise makers are annoying at midnight. But used after midnight they automatically define you as an annoying idiot with no concept of time. So at the risk of seeming insensitive, I yelled down and asked if we could fix it after we toasted the new year, which we ended up doing, noise makers and all. Kev even serenaded the neighborhood with a little Auld Lang Syne on his recently refurbished clarinet. Rest assured 1230 & 1234 Vermont are thrilled with their new neighbors. I was just thrilled we had an extra second to play with.
Call us losers or imaginative, your choice, but the Fey's and Kevin and I joined John and Shawna for a painting party last night at their new place. John picked up more paint, I picked up lots of party chow and we each grabbed something to paint with. We ordered pizza and jumped in. Both Veronica and I had grabbed annoying noise makers and I brought champagne, sparkling apple juice and those plastic, stem- assembly- required party glasses. Here's where the extra second came in handy.
The refrigerator had to be unplugged from the basement below to give us access to the wall behind. No problem. John later went to hook it back up and let out a yell. In the process of plugging it back in, somehow it created a spark or two and melted a hole in the copper tubing for the ice maker. [Who knew a spark could melt copper and leave it smoldering?] After further inspection by the only person in the house that knew what he was doing, David assessed that the house was not going to burn down and that everything was fixable. It's just that all this happened as the glowing ball in NYC was dropping. Great timing. Noise makers are annoying at midnight. But used after midnight they automatically define you as an annoying idiot with no concept of time. So at the risk of seeming insensitive, I yelled down and asked if we could fix it after we toasted the new year, which we ended up doing, noise makers and all. Kev even serenaded the neighborhood with a little Auld Lang Syne on his recently refurbished clarinet. Rest assured 1230 & 1234 Vermont are thrilled with their new neighbors. I was just thrilled we had an extra second to play with.
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