|You don't know what you've got til it's gone|
Our fireplaces remained cold and dead.
And it snowed. A freak snowstorm in mid-March. Who knew? And we sat there and said to each other, "Gee, it sure would have been nice to have these fireplaces working," and Larry said, "I'll find the guy's number," and then he didn't, because now it was PAST mid-March and who the heck gets 2 snowstorms in late March, anyway?
WE did. It snowed AGAIN. And I said, "I sure would like that guy's number," and Larry said, "I'll look for it tonight," and he never did, but I didn't care much, because it was ALMOST APRIL, for heaven's sake, and there would be no more cold to suffer through until next fall.
Only, there WAS more cold, and after a while I got snippy and Larry found the damn number (and, yes, I know, we have a wonderful marriage, but hey, it works) and WE CALLED THE REPAIRMAN, who said he couldn't be there until the next week. So we made an appointment for today and said to each other, "Like it matters now, how long he takes, it's WARM now."
And it rained ICE last night, after dropping 20 degrees in 3 hours, and there was a frost warning in effect and we huddled in our cold basement next to our non-working fireplace, watching TV while wrapped in wool blankets, and we said, "Gee, it sure would have been nice if we had fixed these things a month ago."
So, yeah, the unprecedented cold and all those spring snowstorms? They were our fault. We challenged the weather gods, and they called our bluff. I'm sorry.
|30s in every Continental U.S. state this morning|
[Fireplace image: CPSC.gov]
[Weather map image: Facebook/Weather Matrix]