Yesterday reminded me that I live in high enough elevation that the snow has no problem finding me.
Bad enough it flurried most of the day. But when the power went out for 2 1/2 hours Sunday morning, and the house felt noticeably colder after the first hour, I could not help but wonder if that was not the Catholic God of my childhood forcing a little rest upon us all on the Seventh Day (which, doing the math, means that God must hate Mondays as much as the rest of us).
Of course, when I shared the news on my iPhone (before that battery died) my friends all pointed out – quite caustically I might add – the obvious – why no back-up generator?
Truth is I’m holding out for the Alien zero-point quantum energy generators that you’ll get to read about in WTLLM. I don’t want to deal with old fashioned technology any longer. It’s coming.
But the power came back, and I had to go out and deal with the heater situation in Claire’s Laire (I know my inner circle will never believe me but that is an intentional misspelling).
I did everything I could to get the wonky new over head heater to kick back on, but it just laughed at me.
I then went out to the workshop to see if I could cajole the old heaters into a little more life, but they too laughed at me.
The jovial machines all now sit in recycling. Fuck ’em. My last and best laugh.
I drove into Longmont to see if Murdoch’s had any over head electric heaters. They did, but that particular model would require a 220 volt direct feed, and I don’t have that available in the barn. So I had to go with a lightweight, powerful, standing, expensive ceramic with fan workshop/garage heater, which luckily fit perfectly on a sturdy shelf next to the stall where the mules’ classical music once played from a industrial sized Dewalt radio. So, the barn may be a little quieter, but it will stay warm enough until I can order another overhead heater on line from the bastards who sold me the last set. When I get it, I’m going to mail back the dud with a “fuck you” and a demand for my refund.
I’ll keep the ceramic in place for a back up.
But unless the weather rebounds, I may be forced to at least put the lighter winter coats on the mules. Although, their natural winter coats seem to be coming in nicely. And Claire and Honey looked comfy enough when I went out to feed them this morning – Claire standing just inside the doorway keeping watch and Honey curled up back in the stall area.
Their comfort is more important than my own.
When I finally came back inside, my toes and fingers were frozen but my mules were happy.
I was physically too tired to read yesterday afternoon, and I know I’ll be putting a lot of mileage on my eyes this week, so I rewarded myself for resolving my latest Green Acre problem with back to back Halloween themed films – Renfield (fun/silly but I like the actors) and Practical Magic (wonderful – but that may be because of my predilection towards this particular representation of the craft and that Sandra Bullock and Aiden Quinn were a perfect romantic pairing in the film). I know, I may have to hand in my “He-Man Women Haters Membership Card” to the latest manifestation of Alfalfa (or to the organization’s reigning President Pro Tem – Peadar Sheridan – who will no doubt be mailing me a pair of Lilac Birks and a box of Larabar for my troubles) after that last comment. What can I say? It should be no surprise. After all, I lean Druidic and Jimmy Moran is a proven Romantic at heart.
But here we are, in a new and early Winter Season, desperately trying to salvage my Halloween (Samhain “Sah-win”) tomorrow, while facing another Monday.
I’ll just have to distract myself for the next 24 hours while I continue to plod away – brilliantly – on my latest legal brief.
But first, some extra warm kitty cuddles and my rounds.
You fine, five readers get that caffeine in ya, then go tilt the windmills. Give it your all. We just need to get to Tuesday and the week will be ours. And tomorrow’s Tuesday is extra special. Magikal.
But wherever we are, whomever we are with, and whatever we do, let us make today a great one.
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So no generator and no solar powered charger for phones.please tell me you have flashlights with operable batteries….
Tom,Tom,Tom… I am dismayed
You know me Johnny, I like to live on the edge. But my magik always saves me.
Always the grasshopper, never the ant.
Is there a post-modern kultursprecht translator in the house (or barn)?🙄
I can always count on Petey to give my mind a good hiding first thing in the morn.