Sunday, December 31, 2006

Countdown to 2007

Thursday, December 28, 2006
11:30ish pm Dear hubby walks into living room and announces that that coal stoker is broken. The screw that feeds the coal snapped in two.

Core temperature of house: 52 degrees and falling

Friday, December 29, 2006
Hubby worked the better part of the day taking the stoker apart. There is probably no repairing the screw - it has already been mended too many times.

Still no heat or hot water.

Core temperature of house: 48 degrees and falling

Saturday, December 30, 2006
11:00am I am standing outside Mark's Supply in Shenandoah dressed in camo pants and an inside-out sweatshirt. I am holding the broken screw. The owner of the store has gone to the warehouse to see if he has a replacement screw. I lean against the building and think to myself "Well, if you asked me what I would be doing on the next to last day of the year, I never would have guessed this."

12:15pm I arrive back at the house with a replacement screw to find that the fire pot also has a hole worn in it. No replacement to be found so it will have to be fixed ala weld-o-matic. However, it is still stuck in the stoker and takes several more hours to pull apart. Not enough time left to fix it before dear hubby has to leave for work.

9:45pm I drive to my mom's house to take a shower.

Still no heat. Still no hot water.

Core temperature of house: 44 degrees and falling

Sunday, December 31, 2006

12:15pm I stop at the distributor to get two cases of Yuengling Lager - one for us and one to send along with friends to a party in New York. Which is where we should be headed but poor hubby and poor daughter have to work on New Year's Eve. Distributor Man carries the cases out to my car for me because he is all kinds of chivalrous. I trot to my car so I can quickly make room in the trunk. He patiently stands and waits while I push things out of the way. I tell him, "There, you can just set them right there on...oh...on that box of live rounds of ammunition. Oh." He laughs. Then he sees the box of bullets. He sets the beer on top and we wish each other a Happy New Year.

12:45pm At home in the driveway, I turn over one case of beer to the happy revelers on their way to New York and tell them to give everyone our best wishes. After they are on their way, hubby takes the other case of beer out of my trunk to bring into the house. I tell him about the Distributor Man and the bullets. He says, "I'm not sure but I think you can get in trouble for that kind of thing if you get pulled over."

'Tis a sad day when a gal can't ride around with some booze and ammo.

5:40pm After working a 12 hour shift and then staying up all day to repair the coal stoker, dear hubby heads back to work for another 12 hour shift. In a few hours I will drop off some kilbo and BBQ ribs for him and the rest of the crew. Good news - there is a fire in the stoker.

7:32pm Ribs are almost done and will be delivered shortly.

So this will most likely be my last post for the year.

Once again, thank you all for reading my silly ramblings and responing with your kind and witty comments.

All in all, 2006 was a fine year.

I wish you all a very, very happy New Year.I hope your days are filled with prosperity but, most importantly, with peace, love and happiness.

Core temperature of house: 47 degrees and rising
It's gonna be a great year!


Kate said...

Happy, happy New Year to you, as well! Woot! on the core temperature rising, instead of dropping!

nadzent said...

Oh Anne, I love you! I was rofl about the ammo and the Distributor Man. HA!

When you were wearing that tiger-face tunic did you ever imagine you would someday be standing in front of a hardware store, in Shenandoah, wearing cammo pants and an inside-out sweatshirt (a la the '80s), waiting for a replacement SCREW for your coal stoaker?! I am guessing not. Isn't life cool?!

Happy New Year to you and the entire Riotto clan. We are looking forward to spending lots of weekends in PA with the boys and can't wait to meet Dozer!