I had the intention of writing another part of my journey west and beyond, but something got my attention this morning that overrode that...that being frost on the proverbial pumpkin. This morning, it was a wopping 17.92F. A virtual Richard E. Byrd morning, (for those of you who didn't know who Admiral Richard Byrd was, he was a naval officer who did or did not become the first man to navigate by plane over the north pole. He did much research at the north pole, and was the man responsible for fast freezing food, in particular vegetables, to be stored for long periods of time. Later he became the president of his namesake company, "Birdseye", and the rest is frozen food history).
Anyway, Byrd would have felt right at home in my home at it's present temperature of 50 degrees. 50 is ok when your outside, but inside it just plain sucks. And don't attempt sitting on a toilet seat without first applying a teflon ass gasket, or you'll be wearing said seat for the remainder of the day. So, it's colder than yesterday, and I'm not happy about it at all. Moving from the relative warm of Santa Barbara winters, to this Siberian-like permafrost is just not me. I love the old New Englanders who always claim to love the change of seasons. Why? Do they even know how sick that is? Layering on long underwear, shirts, jerseys, sweaters coats, hats, scarfs, gloves and boots is no fun. It's a pain in the ass. People don't look comfortable in all that stuff, and they get inside someplace warm, and the clothes they've assembled onto their bodies are now becoming a portable sauna, which turns to cold again when they go out. Tell me you old Yankees? What's good about that?
Today, I'm looking at two guitars I have and might have to sell. I'm not relishing the thought. Just got a call from my friend Mike. He's the guy who is expert at boilers and is getting me a deal on a boiler today. It's about 2 grand off the wholesale price which is outrageous. So, we will have heat for sure, thank god. I can't wait, this has been ridiculous. Still have to part with one axe and I don't know which to do.....
Damn this sucks bad. But better broke and warm than broke and cold..
