How cold was it?

We camped at 9500 feet with just a tent…the first two nights even the millions of twinkling stars did not warm me. I slept with wool socks, wool sweater, gloves and my scarf around me neck and pulled up over my head glued to my partner under a sleeping bag and wool blanket.

I barely slept a wink I was soooooo cold!

After the third night it got a little overcast and cloudy=slightly warmer.

Funny thing is it got gloriously sunny and hot every day, enough to burn me to a crisp.

I guess that is the oxymoron of living on a mountain.

I wish I had good news

but I don’t. I am feeling slightly better but all it means is I am trying to catch up on all the things I didn’t do since last Friday and for several weeks before that. I am now alert enough to know that my work is piling up…


I logged in and cleared my inbox but that is only a disguise for the actual PAPER work, meetings and rounds I will need to do.

I am also way behind on my homework. Reading and comprehension has been impossible with my watery eyes and foggy brain.

I guess the best news is that my older son is moving back to Chicago from New York, in with me. It’s not the best of circumstances for him, he feels like a failure. He is far from a failure and just needs some time to relax and regroup. I will enjoy having him around and just like his brother- he has a good appetite….and unlike his brother, he likes to cook!!

th (6)Maybe the good news is that in a few weeks I might come home to dinner on the table… for a change.

jeeeez loueeez

it warmed up on saturday but it is cold again-really cold!

 so cold that i have to check the condensation pipe every day to make sure it’s not blocked with ice and as if that wasn’t enough fun~~~ today when i was getting ready to go to coventry and was hoping to have a little side trip to ikea…i took a bath and noticed the water was draining really slowly…by the time i got downstairs water was dripping…

what’s a word that describes more than dripping and less than pouring?

that’s what it was doing and continued to do long after it blew the fuse because the water was coming through the light fixture. i quickly decided that i couldn’t go out with the place in this state and cancelled my meeting and stood there trying to mop up the water on the floor, avoid slipping and cracking my skull open and bailing the remaining water out of the bath.

once things settled down the question was why was the pipe leaking? obviously the pipe was blocked…with ice? but why didn’t the water just stay in the bath? why was it leaking out?

well, me, my new ladder, two blow dryers and various tools to pull off the bath panel to expose the innards of the plumbing later…

it appears that the outside pipe was blocked with ice and there must be a crack or bad seal in the drainage pipe coming out of the bath..on the top…because under normal conditions with the water flowing-no leakage….but when the pipe is full of water it fills up to the top and leaks~~quite profusely, i might add…

i didn’t think of all that by myself-i phoned a friend!

yesterday, i called the cemetery where it was rumoured my dad’s family has a plot…rumour squashed it was true. i even surprised myself when she asked when my grandfather died…mmmmm, nineteen….seventy…..nine? {I was in the air force at the time}. the very nice cemetary lady who must spend a lot of time speaking to weeping, grieving relatives and relieved to explain to me~ after she pulled “the card” that yes, in fact there was an empty grave in the plot and yes, we can bury both my grandma’s and my dad’s ashes in the grave…then came the confusing part.

my grandma’s name is Louise, my aunt who’s already buried there is Louise. what followed was a twist on the “who’s on first” joke…telling this very patient woman~~my grandfather is david…. Louise is my aunt…. she’s david and louise’s daughter…no, the other Louise…my grandma’s name is Louise, we want to bury her ashes with her husband and her daughter, Louise…and my dad’s ashes…he’s the brother of the Louise who’s already buried there…and the son of the louise whose ashes we will combine in one container….

i never said Louise so many times in my whole life…i’ll be glad when we do the right thing and they are all buried together~~

brrrrrrilliant day

it’s still cold here~really cold!  a lifetime in chicago has taught me that if you layer and dress warmly~~~cold weather can be invigorating!! mr a and i went to harborne-the 45 bus to the 11. it’s pretty posh and the main destination was the upscale food shops~waitrose and marks and spencers simply food. the delicious result of this is that we had a lovely dinner of slices of the smallest ham i’ve ever seen, liver pate, blacksticks blue cheese

on german and french bread, with kosher dill pickles, olives and pickled onions….yummy!

tomorrow will be pork leg steaks with an apple stuffing and roast parsnips~~i’ve been converted

it’s kind of a perfect end to a perfect week~~ i didn’t have to go out, i worked hard~~in my jammies and finally after 18 months on this stupid project, with the whole thing falling apart at the seam…. i finally have total responsibility for the very important job of validating the data. ..after all these months of the project director ignoring me-now i will have the final piece of the puzzle….*diabolical laugh*

tomorrow i am working at the hospital-half a regular shift and half extra (big££). i’m starting to feel greedy and wondering how many extra shifts i can fit in…the truth is…i’m a workaholic….   it’s not just the work but what i can get with the money i earn…i always like to dream and plan the next adventure…..

the hard part of today is that once again my sister and i are trying to sort through the puzzle of my dad’s “stuff”. we got his death certificate-distressing enough-we still don’t have power of attorney so we are only filtering through bits and pieces-tomorrow she is making the 4 hour drive up to small town wisconsin to his house-my daughter and son are going with…i am so proud of them for agreeing to undertake this unpleasant journey on my behalf. the plan is to delve deeper into what has already proved to be a rather icky, yucky  living situation to retrieve some documents that will give us an idea of his assets…amazingly my 19 year old son will be leading the girls…

i wonder if this his my dad’s perverse way of getting our attention?