Ready for a New Life

It is cold here, really really cold. I am not much of a cold lover, my feet get cold easily, my hands get cold easily, my face turns red and chapped looking in the cold. Give me some warm. It doesn't have to be really hot, at least not all the time, and I am not that fond of sweltering, but I would rather live in Hades than Antartica. Any day.

However, I seem to be menopausal, which means I alternate between hot and cold. In the nighttime, this translates to "covers on" , "covers off", "covers on", "covers off", all night long. It gets tedious to say the least, and definitely is not conducive to a good nights sleep. Where was I?

I was talking about moving, someplace warm, like Arizona.

I helped Missy Hollywood thaw out her frozen pipes today. She has a slumlord who really doesn't give a shit about the condition of the house she lives in. When she first moved in, the place reeked! Absolutely Stank to High Heaven! We found out later that the former renters had formidable amounts of people and animals that lived in the teensy one bedroom house, including chickens!

I draw the line at chickens.

Anyway, her slumlord is in Arizona for the winter, which is why I went over to help her. Poor little thing, she had the flu, she had been puking, hot and cold chills (but not menopausal at 36), and the last thing she needed was to have frozen water pipes.

So I filled up the propane tank heater, took it over, put it under her house, had her turn all her taps on halfway, and then we waited.

After about 15 minutes, the water started gushing.

She looked like hell by the way, did I mention that? Poor thing, made me want to mother her. Having the flu absolutely sucks.

The water is running, I tell her to leave her taps at a slow dribble, and I go home. I have the heat in my house cranked, but I am still cold.

I am leaving in the morning to join her slumlord in Arizona........