but perhaps it's my cemetery squirrel ,nutkin ,who set the fire. just to irk me- the minx.
tuesday the drivers were locked out of the bakery, forgot they had to seperate food for 40 stores and showed up 3 hours late. then the lift on the truck broke. deliveries were nearly 5 hours behind.
now we're moving not in august as planned but in july-an entire commissary that's been in the same location for 20 years.
this morning there was an electrical fire in the empty store above the bakery- the entire building was evacuated.
the fire soon led to a flood in entire commissary. and from now compounded personal experience : there is nothing viler and more unnerving then the perpetual lingering scent of soggy post- house/ electrical fire. it permeates your very being and your skin, hair and clothes- even days after the fact. i have yet to get over the fire at my mother's house 2 years ago and i wasnt even there when it happened.
tomorrow- a plague of locusts perhaps? the plague of squirrels and mice apparently didnt work, but was , i admit, very cute.
no one in their right mind is going to rent that nasty space especially after the fire but i'm sorry, i cant stay. other dead people need me.. the dead we call suburban dwellers.