Mr. P had talked about it for a few years, and this year he decided to follow through with it.
(What, pray tell, is 'it'?)
Have a kerosene heater installed in my house.
(What?! Did Bruce object? Did you TELL him? Will there be trouble? Is he fired? ..... Ha ha, I made a funny!)
No. Bruce has complete job security around here. I don't have to worry when the power goes out. I will still be warm and can still cook. That's huge. That's EPIC. He's still on the job.
Anyway, when C. arrived the day before we took off for the coast, the final details of the installation were completed. As a matter of fact, the workers left about 15 minutes before she drove up the lane.
Here's my new heater. Big enough to heat the whole house:
It's actually just a little bit overkill for my square footage, but the guy who installed it thought it would be better to have a little too much rather than a smaller one that would have to work harder and go on and off more frequently.
Thing is, if I really crank it up, it will run you OUT of Ten Forward. I told C. it was like a fire breathing dragon!
Which of course lead to an ongoing discussion on our drive to the coast as to what we should name her. [C. says it's a girl.] I took her word for it. She is rarely wrong about these things.
When we got home, I opened the manual and tried to figure out how to operate my dragon. Which of course led to me remembering that movie..."How To Train Your Dragon".
If you haven't seen it, you should.
So anyway. I'm a fairly intelligent person. I can read. But I must admit that the proper operation of my dragon eluded me until just two days ago. It's been in the house for 15 days. I read and re-read the instructions and experimented with pushing all the buttons, until I think I have her doing what I want. Which is to come on in the wee hours of the morning, when Bruce has burned up the last of the wood I put into him at bedtime.
And I am happy to say, for the first time since I moved into this house, I am waking up in the winter to a morning that doesn't start with some degree of alarm at the amount of chill in the air, which then precipitates an inner dialog about staying under the covers versus bolting out of bed and getting Bruce on the job toot sweet.
Now I have two sources of heat. And a problem.
I think Bruce is falling in love with the female dragon in Ten Forward.
I mean they ARE in the same line of work and everything, so there's that. And he CAN see her from his place in the kitchen. I don't know though, he's the rugged lumberjack type with a plaid shirt and suspenders. She's a sleek town chick with computer chips and glowing digital numbers.
Do you think they can make it work?
(Okay... here it comes. I may as well be the one to ask the obvious question. . . . . What's her name, this dragon lady?)
I don't know. I was hoping if I wrote this entry, it would come to me.
Give me a minute.
A few more.
Hey, I'm going to make some tea. BRB
Ummm.
Errr.
I've got it!
Her name is Eva.
I'm taking it from the movie Wall-E. It's about a romance between a rather clunky but ernest out of date robot and a sleek brand new and powerful one. If you haven't seen it, you should.
Wall-E pronounces her name Eee-vah. And he's head over heels in love with her.
Whew! I wasn't sure I was going to be able to name my fire breathing dragon. Seems like that may have become dangerous after a while. Speaking of which. I think I'm going to go push some buttons and warm up Ten Forward. Just for fun.
(Yeah, it may not be so fun when the kerosene truck comes next month and hands you the bill. Careful with those buttons. AND the dragon.)
Killjoy.
(Realist.)
Hey Eva, let me introduce you to (), my annoying friend. Keep an eye on him will you?
( !!! )
Yeah. Exactly.
It's actually just a little bit overkill for my square footage, but the guy who installed it thought it would be better to have a little too much rather than a smaller one that would have to work harder and go on and off more frequently.
Thing is, if I really crank it up, it will run you OUT of Ten Forward. I told C. it was like a fire breathing dragon!
Which of course lead to an ongoing discussion on our drive to the coast as to what we should name her. [C. says it's a girl.] I took her word for it. She is rarely wrong about these things.
When we got home, I opened the manual and tried to figure out how to operate my dragon. Which of course led to me remembering that movie..."How To Train Your Dragon".
If you haven't seen it, you should.
So anyway. I'm a fairly intelligent person. I can read. But I must admit that the proper operation of my dragon eluded me until just two days ago. It's been in the house for 15 days. I read and re-read the instructions and experimented with pushing all the buttons, until I think I have her doing what I want. Which is to come on in the wee hours of the morning, when Bruce has burned up the last of the wood I put into him at bedtime.
And I am happy to say, for the first time since I moved into this house, I am waking up in the winter to a morning that doesn't start with some degree of alarm at the amount of chill in the air, which then precipitates an inner dialog about staying under the covers versus bolting out of bed and getting Bruce on the job toot sweet.
Now I have two sources of heat. And a problem.
I think Bruce is falling in love with the female dragon in Ten Forward.
I mean they ARE in the same line of work and everything, so there's that. And he CAN see her from his place in the kitchen. I don't know though, he's the rugged lumberjack type with a plaid shirt and suspenders. She's a sleek town chick with computer chips and glowing digital numbers.
Do you think they can make it work?
(Okay... here it comes. I may as well be the one to ask the obvious question. . . . . What's her name, this dragon lady?)
I don't know. I was hoping if I wrote this entry, it would come to me.
Give me a minute.
A few more.
Hey, I'm going to make some tea. BRB
Ummm.
Errr.
I've got it!
Her name is Eva.
I'm taking it from the movie Wall-E. It's about a romance between a rather clunky but ernest out of date robot and a sleek brand new and powerful one. If you haven't seen it, you should.
Wall-E pronounces her name Eee-vah. And he's head over heels in love with her.
Whew! I wasn't sure I was going to be able to name my fire breathing dragon. Seems like that may have become dangerous after a while. Speaking of which. I think I'm going to go push some buttons and warm up Ten Forward. Just for fun.
(Yeah, it may not be so fun when the kerosene truck comes next month and hands you the bill. Careful with those buttons. AND the dragon.)
Killjoy.
(Realist.)
Hey Eva, let me introduce you to (), my annoying friend. Keep an eye on him will you?
( !!! )
Yeah. Exactly.