We were hit with a dose of Wisconsin weather. Saturday and most of Sunday it almost felt balmy. It was so warm that our snow started melting and it rained on Sunday. Rain! In December!
Of course, Mother Nature being the cruel lady she is, today temps were negative with a -30 degree windchill. -30. All was well in my cozy little house. My mom had to make a point in inquiring how low I had my furance set. After threats of frozen pipes and horrific damage that would leave me curled up in a ball rocking and sobbing to myself in the corner--so I turned up the temp.
But she planted the seed. And I woke up every hour.
First random noises woke me. What was that? Is that the sound of a frozen pipe? If I open my eyes will I see the Gremlins of Burst Pipes running around wreaking havoc? Will the bathroom and kitchen be flooded? Or would it be frozen over, my own indoor skating rink?
If it wasn't Bursting Pipe radar waking me up, it was the furance kicking on. Or NOT kicking on ... oh the humanity is it so cold the furance is dead and I've lost the heating battle?
All this lost sleep kept me in bed trying to steal a few winks after my alarm went off. So I trudge out at the last possible second to dress, eat breakfast, make lunch and start my car.
I got to the last task at 7:45 (only five minutes behind schedule). So I walk out all bundled up, braving the -30 degree wind chills and push the button on my garage door opener. And ... nothing. Okay, bad angle ... nadda. I'm inside the garage now so I try the button on the wall. It starts. It stops. Hmmm. Starts and ... nothing. Ah man, the door is frozen to the cement.
I salt it, chip at it, and kick it with no luck. A little sunshine and some salt action later (and by later I mean the end of the day) my door is opening and closing like nobody's business.
1 comment:
Although I take no joy in your frustrations ... your blog makes me smile. :-) And I can completely empathize with the less enjoyable aspects of home ownership.
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