Did you hear the one about the guy whose water heater broke late at night? That’s not the start of a joke.
The other night, around 11pm, I muted the volume on my television because I was doing something that needed my full attention. I heard something like water trickling down, but it was raining so I assumed that it was just the rain splashing against a window or the front door. It didn’t sound exactly like that though so I investigated further. Opened the closet door and, hey, water coming out of the top of the water heater and collecting on the floor! Fun!
Called the landlord and he came over and shut everything off. Got a new water heater installed the next day, but not before having to take a cold-water-only shower that morning. If you can call a few drips coming out of the shower head taking a shower. It was North Pole cold – to the point my head actually started to ache – and really ineffective. You can’t rinse a head full of shampoo with drips. Ended up finishing up my shower in the bathroom sink.
It reminded me of when I was a kid. I didn’t have a shower until I was around 21. Don’t be snarky, I mean we always had bathtubs and I took baths. Looking back now I don’t know how we did that.
It’s snowing right now. Supposed to get 4 to 8 inches. Snow on Monday too and then another storm on Tuesday. Like my hot water, winter is back. New column up. Have a good weekend.
Meteorologists, two days ago: “Northern Massachusetts isn’t going to see much from this storm at all. Maybe an inch or two.”
Total this morning: 7 inches.
I love the snow, but I hate being surprised by shoveling. By the way, the cover on the left is “Snowy Ambush,” by John Falter. Can you tell me why it has that title? Let me know in the comments. I stared at the pic for 20 minutes before I figured it out.
Is it weird that when I hear the name Glenn Frey, I think of his solo stuff/Miami Vice before The Eagles? Of course I think of The Eagles too, the brain synapses clicking everything into focus rather quickly, but before The Eagles I actually think of “Smuggler’s Blues” and “You Belong To The City” and his appearance on Miami Vice. You can tell I was formed by the 80s in many ways.
I can’t say I was the biggest fan of the band. Sure, I remember many nights listening to “Hotel California” and “Witchy Woman” while a certain type of smoke billowed all around us and really loving it – if you’re of a certain age The Eagles greatest hits were a big part of your life – but they’re not a band I still listen to. You move on from certain bands, even if a song here and there gets you thinking about things again. My favorite Eagles song – by far – isn’t even sung by Frey or Don Henley. It’s sung by Timothy B. Schmit.
That’s a beautiful song, and they’re flawless musicians.
It snowed the other day. Not a big storm but enough to say you shoveled and had to put down rock salt. More coming this weekend and it’s supposed to be major. I’ll try to get The Letter out by then!
It’s flu season, and I’ve decided to participate.
I’ve felt worse, but I can’t remember when. I don’t even know if it’s technically “flu” or just “I’m really sick.” We never called it “the flu” when I was a kid, even if it was, we just said we were sick. I’m tired, my nose and sinuses feel like they’re filled with wet paper towels (and they’re on fire), I’m sneezing like crazy, I have head and body aches, and my throat is dry. Flu? Bad cold? You make the call!
Since flu is a “season,” almost a holiday, there should really be some songs and carols that mark the season.
“Here we come a-caroling, among the phlegm so green!”
“Tis the season, to be sneezin…”
“Deck the Halls Menthol Soothing Triple-Action Drops”
New column up. If you need me I’ll be on the couch with a cup of tea, a comforter, a book, and a box Coricidin. Have a great weekend.
One day after Christmas – actually, the minute December 25 changed over to December 26, in the darkness of midnight – it didn’t feel like Christmas anymore. Odd how that happens some years. Goodbye Christmas! Don’t let the door hit you on the way out! Stop listening to Christmas music!
Of course, it didn’t help that the weather was warm, I didn’t have any tree or Christmas decorations up, and the supermarket couldn’t get the peppermint bark off of the shelves quick enough. There’s already heart-shaped chocolates for sale for that next big day.
I did see Star Wars: The Force Awakens though. Really liked it, didn’t love it. No spoilers. I will say that revealing Princess Leia to be a robot this whole time was an odd choice. But I trust JJ Abrams!
What am I working on this week? This:
This great cover raises the question, the husband didn’t know his wife had already gotten a tree? This wouldn’t have happened if cell phones existed in 1950. But maybe it started a new tradition: putting up two trees every year! The kids loved it and it was different from what the neighbors were doing. Besides, the husband needs a tree to decorate too. Looks like the wife is already halfway done.
Busy doing many Christmas things, including some last minute grocery shopping, writing a column, and cooking enough maple brown sugar baby carrots to feed eight people.
Have a terrific Christmas! I’ll be back here next week just before New Year’s.