Fast forward 10 months to Seattle's pre-Thanksgiving cold blast, add an inexperienced home owner and a bum knee. Pretty sure that equals a recipe for disaster. Sure enough, went to bed last night under piles of blankets, all the heaters on (the functioning ones at least), thinking about how I had to get to my post-op appointment in Bellevue in the morning and work after that for several meetings. I woke up this morning, snow was still on the ground, even thicker than last night, and I was greeted with a very silent faucet in the bathroom. I had a sudden flash back to the first week in my house when the water was turned off because the previous owners hadn't paid their bill in a while. I went to check the kitchen faucet-nothing there either. Text to sister "How do I tell if my pipes are frozen or if the water's been turned off?" (Though really, the water was working last night, no one would come in the middle of the night or before 6:30am, right?)
And so, our snow day here at Chach Casa has been filled with frolicking puppies (ok, really just one old Dan the Man), chilly toes and melting snow on the stove for water. Oh yes, embracing my pioneer woman skills like no other.
At least I baked holiday cookies last night, right?
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| Buckets of snow waiting for their turn on the stove |
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| Dan greeted the sunrise with a sprint across the front lawn. Today, feeling thankful for:
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Oh no! Originally, from the photo, I thought you'd overdone it on the mashed potatoes. John says to be careful as those pipes thaw out because a leak or busted pipe is bound to happen. Call us if you need help.
ReplyDeleteWow, I thought those were soap bubbles. You should come stay with us, we got an extra room and more importantly, a Kinect :)
ReplyDeleteYumay-I'll take you up on that the next time I get stuck in Redmond! :)
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