||[Dec. 22nd, 2008|05:56 pm]
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ndozo had made my bedroom up nicely, stocked the house with food and left us a car. But she couldn't have predicted that the heat would break the night we arrived. She had turned the furnace down, so I figured the house would warm up fairly soon after I turned it up. The living room was fine and G settled in there to watch cable cartoons while I settled in the kitchen to play online. About an hour later I realized that I was chilled to the bone. I called ndozo and she quickly determined that it was the furnace rather than any error on my part that was causing the problem. So we loaded up the beds with blankets and went to sleep.
This morning the living room didn't have heat either. I called the repair guy and then, after breakfast, G went out and played in the snow. A while later I joined him. We had a great snowball fight in spite of the fact that this snow is too fluffy to pack well. Then I taught G to shovel snow. He lasted about a half an hour before he got bored and went inside. I kept shoveling because it was much warmer shoveling snow outside than it was sitting around inside.
The repair guy is fixing the furnace right now. The baseboard heating pipes are gurgling with water. They sound more like downspouts in a gullywasher than heating pipes. I trust that he knows what he's doing. He promised me that we would have heat by the time he leaves. But if we don't, I can stay warm tomorrow by shoveling the walkway to the front door.
Me keeping warm. Photo by G.
Yikes! Glad you're not in those flip-flops!
G takes a good picture, but I want to see your picture of him shoveling snow.
I didn't bring the camera out because we were playing and throwing snowballs. If I can get him to keep working while I go inside and get it I might get a shot. But he's a master at slacking off when the boss is out of sight.
Maybe ndozo can get one while G and I are shoveling.
You have such rosy cheeks! It must be cold.
2008-12-23 05:01 am (UTC)
Strange How It Happens
It was cold until I started shoveling. Then it warmed up.
You put that snow back right now! Do you know how long it took me to spread it all over the place in a "natural" way so you Texas tenderfoots could get a winter thrill? And then you go and pile it all up out of the way? Heavens to Betsy.
I'll get B and his friends on it right away.
That reminds me of the first time I really saw snow. I was a senior in high school; I'd flown from South Texas to Michigan (on a red-eye flight in the days before jets) to take a scholarship exam at Michigan State. It had snowed. It was SO beautiful--I startled the taxi driver on the ride from the airport by saying people should pull the extra snow out of their back yards and pile it up in front because it was pretty.
Then I nearly froze my feet off walking several blocks in it that evening to a banquet--in heels, no boots, because I didn't know any better. Pretty, but WAY too cold for a gal who thought a slight frost was a disaster (it was, for the citrus groves.)
Snow is so beautiful. I always feel sorry for people who hate it.
I don't hate it. I do hate driving in it when I don't have snow tires, or if it's deep (been stuck in snow. Not fun.)
I wanted that snow the night of the concert to last until we got home so I could stand outside and enjoy it...but we didn't have it once I got off 183.
There's nothing prettier than falling snow, if I know there's propane in the tank and hay in the barn so I can feed horses easily. I go out on the land when the snow's falling, if I can--snow on cactus spines is special. Snow twirling in the wind.
I don't like ice storms, even though they can be pretty, because of power outages and trees breaking down. Do not like trees breaking down.
Our mom grew up in Cuba and was probably 8 or so when, on a visit to the States, she looked out the window and saw snow for the first time. It was so beautiful and she was enchanted. Then she went outside and touched it. Apparently her disgusted comment, "Oh, it's cold!", cracked everyone else up. But she always hated winter.