Sunday evening, as I lay draped on our oversized armchair, my nose buried in a book, Miss Chef commented that I hadn’t posted on my blog lately. “I know,” I replied, “But I’m not sure what to write about.”
This afternoon at work, as I sat drowsing at my desk, I popped into my email and noticed that Bossy Betty had dropped off this comment on my last post:
Being an English teacher, BB has a knack for not just asking a question, but creating a writing assignment. I thought I’d take her up on it--indeed, what have I been doing since Thanksgiving?
Answer: stuff. All that stuff that happens while you’re busy making other plans.
Friday after Thanksgiving, not only did we get our tree, but we got it up and decorated. (Please excuse the quality of my photos; they’re all from my phone.)
Oh, but it gets more exciting! That Sunday, I drove an hour for goat poop. As our disastrous garden this past summer attested, it was high time I put something back into the soil, and I could think of no finer dirt food than goat manure—especially since we happen to be friends with a goat farmer. Mom even joined me for the hour’s drive out to Waxhaw, which is a a long time to be driven around for the pleasure of seeing your daughter shovel…stuff.
But I have to tell you, these goat farmers sure are gracious about providing poop. They had already pulled up their wheel loader with a bucket full of the composted stuff, so there was no stink to contaminate my car. And Mr. Goat Lady himself (aka Matt) did most of the shoveling into the double-bags I’d assembled. When they were as full as they could stand, Mrs. Goat Lady (aka Michele) offered an extra feed bag to get every last bit of goodness for the garden. Mom enjoyed chatting with her while we shoveled, and then Michele and Matt gave us a brief tour of the facility.
Unfortunately, I left my phone in the car, so the only picture I have of the whole experience is this:
Hey, that’s about 200 pounds of fertilizer! Goat poop is dense. (Oh, and did I mention…? Their last name is Lamb. Bazinga!)
Don’t worry—we did also offer some real entertainment to the folks, including dinner out at our favorite restaurant (Passion8 Bistro), and an evening at The Reduced Shakespeare Company’s Ultimate Christmas Show (abridged). Then Monday it was back to reality, as Miss Chef and I headed back to work and my parents headed back home.
After all that excitement, I was looking forward Monday evening to a quiet, empty house after five days of company. Just me and the dog, since Miss Chef teaches Monday nights. However, as Rosie and I greeted each other at the door after a long day apart, I heard an odd sound in the vicinity of the guest bathroom. “Did somebody leave the water running?” I said to Rosie. She didn’t answer. Which made it all that much easier to hear the carpet go squish as I walked into the small hallway.
What Rosie wasn’t telling me was that the water heater had blown a connector and was spraying water at the furnace. The furnace didn’t seem to care, and was letting the water splatter on the walls, run down to the floor and ooze on through into the hallway.
I will not go into the details of the panicked call to Miss Chef, the two hours of running the carpet cleaner to suck the water up, the multiple visits from the plumber, the evening showers chez a good friend…nor the gulps we took as we heard the cost of repairs.
No, I’ll just tell you we have a brand-new same-as-cash financing agreement to go along with our new tankless water heater.
Here’s where the old, 40-gallon tank sat (and spewed)—on the right wall you can see the control panel for the new system.
And here’s the new, exterior system (with water barrel and A/C unit for size comparison):
The main benefit of one of these is that you’ll never run out of hot water—it’s heated on demand. That also means it’s more efficient, as you don’t have 40 gallons of water being kept up to temperature 24/7. Surprisingly, the energy savings is not great enough to make up the additional cost of a tankless heater. But since our original tank installation had not been up to code, the cost of the repairs was almost half the cost of this new system. So we bit the bullet and went tankless. (Also, this system means almost zero chance of your water heater springing a leak and flooding out your house. But how often does that happen, right?)
So that, my dears, is what I have been up to—that, and catching up on laundry. But as I struggle to get my focus back onto the upcoming holidays, let me leave you with some prettier pictures, to go with my new background theme.
A couple closeups of the tree…including the lovely ornament I won from Yabu back in September…
…a poor picture, with poor lighting, of the charming wreath my mother made, complete with foliage and berries from our invasive nandina plants….
…and a parting shot of our lights on the outside of the house. Miss Chef decided if we were going to put lights on the house, we were going to do it right, so we have more than we’ve ever had before. She’s still talking about getting on the roof to add something to the center peak, but thankfully she’s a bit overscheduled for the moment and probably won’t get to it…until she reads this post and decides to prove me wrong!
Bonus: if you look closely, you can just see Rosie silhouetted on the lawn. She’s not having any major accidents during the day (knock wood!!!), but still has some minor issues in the evening. I guess we’re kind of maintaining at this point, though I don’t think the red-clover treats are really working.