Our house is a 128 years old; a mish-mash of slanting floors, and funky, not-quite-square windows. It’s full of collections, found furniture, lots of guitars, ukuleles, and mandolins, a piano, and books everywhere. See? One of Don’s guitars is stashed by the sideboard.
It wouldn’t be right for everyone, but it’s made for us.
But, as homeowners, we can be dolts. We forget to check the level of heating oil in our tank and now we’re faced with two storms, one this afternoon, and the big one that’s headed here on Saturday. The big one promises at least a foot of snow and ice and it will paralyze our area for a few days. So we’ve had to make three rather panicked phone calls to our oil guy. The problem is, they’re getting panicked phone calls from hundreds of people. On Monday, we’re to have temps in the single digits and wind chill that will be below zero. Our oil won’t hold out until Tuesday, even with the thermostat turned down.
They’re promised to get us oil by Saturday. I cannot imagine how busy they are. And we have to do better in the future. We’re artistic types, you know, with our heads in the clouds much of the time.
I’m dreading the storm. It sounds very, very bad. We just hope we don’t lose power and/or trees.
Eyeglass update: Don went to his eye doctor’s office and they had the same frames as his in stock – but only in black, not brown. They popped the lenses in and all is well. He’d recently been thinking that he’s like to have black glasses, so I guess the universe heard him. I was the facilitator.
We’re stocking up on non-perishables, Don’s working on the snow blower, which we haven’t used in a long while, as I didn’t use it last winter when he was away.
And I woke up to a message from Netflix saying that someone had signed into my account from Bangkok and was it me? So I had to change my password and have an online chat with Netflix about the whole thing.
Sheesh! Enough, already!
Okay. Have to go and run some errands before the snow starts falling this afternoon.
Happy Thursday.
