I have a serious case of ennui. What is that you may ask. Well, the definition of ennui (pronounced on-weeee) is “listlessness and dissatisfaction resulting from lack of occupation or excitement” Say what? Bored, ennui is a fancy way of saying I’m bored, its just more fun to say.
I thought I learned the word, like many things I know, from the TV show the X-Files. I was a big fan, and I remember a particularly creepy episode involving a guy lobotomizing people with an ice pick which I thought was called “Ennui.” Turns out it was called “Unruhe” which is German for unrest or anxiety, my bad. I must have learned it from my other reference source, the Gilmore Girls.
Anyways, I have a case of the winter blahs. Now my condition is not unique for people living in Ohio in March, but what is exceptional about my case is that I have apparently developed the ability to infect inanimate objects with debilitating cases of ennui.
It started with our bedside lamps, cute little things that light up when you touch their bases. About two weeks ago, they went rogue. Turning off when they felt like it despite my polite explanation that I only had two pages left in my book; randomly refusing to turn off when directed, forcing me to find a sock on the floor in order to untwist the very hot light bulb so I could go to sleep.
At one point they started working in tandem, one would turn off when the other turned on, then they would alternate proper operation. Finally, one completely died apparently from “lack of occupation.”
Last night, while watching Sherlock Holmes on streaming Netflix, at the very moment the sponsor of the serial killer was about to be revealed, the screen froze and sat there buffering. Seriously, it could not have timed it more perfectly. As it turns out, our wi-fi router just gave up. No warning, no apparent reason, but most certainly it experienced “dissatisfaction” probably for want of “excitement.”
We were never able to revive the router so Mr. Mayhem is off to the store today which is one task I have absolute certainty will be completed before I return home. I know this because, my husband feels a house which does not have Call of Duty capabilities is practically uninhabitable. Right now our X-box is purely decorative, this will be remedied, and quick.
Finally, this morning I awoke to a bracingly frigid house. I staggered downstairs to find the thermostat with a completely blank screen. Gave up, just quit, resulting in no furnace and no heat on an 18 degree night. An extraordinarily unpleasant surprise.
As it turns out, the programmable thermostat is not hard-wired, but instead is completely battery operated. We were able to fix it, however, Lil’ Mayhem’s electronic drum set is now inoperable. I am not sure that I am completely comfortable knowing that our household’s entire climate control system is reliant on the same power source that my daughter’s Disney Princess toothbrush uses. Does this seem right?
Hopefully, spring will get here soon before I take out something else.