
The headlines this week screamed that parts of our country were caught in the "grip" of cold. I guess that's a good way to describe it. It feels like winter has lost it's marbles and is going postal. It's been a week of dangerous cold. My antique furnace finally gave up it's feeble attempts at heating me and died. Ha, I said, I laugh at you furnace, I can take it! Another one was ordered. Uhhh, I watched the temperature drop below zero and stay there. -5...-10...uhh -20.....what the fricking frick? Ehhh, I'd blog some and when my feet lost feeling I'd go stick 'em on mom's furnace grate and come back, make tea and blog some more. When the night temp got to 29 below zero, there was no sleeping. You readers in warm places like Australia might want to convert that to Celcius and then you'll go OMFG! Oh, I looked it up, it's minus 33 C. Gowd, what I wouldn't give to have had Gwyneth Paltrow here. Can you even imagine? Hee hee. Are you cold, Gwynie? Awww, make a smoothie, bitch. I'm stubborn, I believe you can take about anything for a day or two. Don't be a weenie.
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The new heater came in the next day and was installed (thank you Sam and Adrion!) but, it was too late for the pipes. Frozen solid. Oh, lovely. I showered at mom's and thought, hey, I'm warm. Ha, Winter! Eat my butt, Winter. After three days they gave a huge CRACK and the water was back with no damage. How lucky am I?? The drains stayed frozen though. That's a city sewer freeze and they had to deal with it. I had to wait two more days to use my water. It's okay now though. Watching a toilet flush, well, it has it's own kind of beauty.
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The car is still dead. Machines are such quitters. We put out 20 pounds of bird feed today. I have a new appreciation of a birds survival skills. When the car gets jumped I'm going to go buy them an electric water bowl. Birds never whine, have you noticed that?