Doesn't come when called....and HEAT!

WE HAVE HEAT!

I can't get over how wonderful it is to be warm again, and to walk around my entire house and feel it. I keep touching our radiators, warming my hands on the wonderful heat.




Karneval was to blame. The propane company was seriously understaffed by all the employees getting into costume and going out Mardi-Gras'ing. Nothing was broken here, and we had ordered propane but they put the holiday first.

When the truck drove up, I yelled at the propane guy, "You are here to rescue us! We are so tired of being cold!"

The man came in to check our furnace and he saw our fireplace and said, "That is not giving out much heat!" (We are kind of amateurs about firemaking.)

Then the man caught me taking a picture of his propane truck and he said, "Oh, you really can't believe I'm actually here!" *lol*

I gave him two slices of warm buttered banana bread as a thank you.

Hay Day

Carsten showed up, woo!, with our next load of hay. I thought I'd thank him with warm buttered banana bread as well, so as my man ran out to help with unloading, I was busy spreading butter (butter that lives on a countertop but had been rock hard from our cold kitchen until today!).

Finally I took the carefully wrapped warm bread out to his Audi* and lay it on the passenger seat. Then I went to help.

(* - He delivers hay from his horse trailer, which is pulled by an Audi. I know, Europe is weird.)

As I walked toward the barn, I was shocked by a very dreaded sight. Baasha was helping himself to freedom.

My man had propped open our gate (our gate swings closed automatically, making it nearly impossible to lose a horse). My man had not thougth that Baasha would just leave. As soon as Baasha saw that no one was there (my man was in the loft to catch hay), he made his escape.

The look on Baasha's face was priceless. He was utterly delighted. Free of restraint, eyes beaming, he sauntered out.

I gasped and ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck. He hadn't got far. I said, "BACK!" and for a moment, Baasha thought, "Screw you, I'm free!" and he glanced around for options. But then with all this deep snow (and a huge snow hill we'd made just this morning in front of the gate to allow us to unload hay better), he couldn't maneuver away from me. He relented and backed up, his dream of exploring our neighborhood alone was destroyed.

The gate was still open and I had to get a halter. Carsten had my back, and wasn't gonna let Baasha out again. Baasha was in play mode and didn't want me to halter him, but he could see my seriousness and gave up.

Into the stall, door locked, now we could work.

I called up to my man in the loft, "What were you thinking?"

He said, "What? I thought he would stay here, like a dog. And if not, you haven't done a very good job training him!" (He was kind of kidding.)

I said, "Baasha loves dumping me and running off. Usually in the middle of Maple Valley Highway or Des Moines Memorial Drive. He does not come when called."

Geez. (But honestly, in this neighborhood, he'd be hard pressed to get into trouble. Nearly all the neighbors are horse saavy, and there is no barbed wire near us anymore.

Warmth

For as long as we were without propane, (since Wednesday), I am going to keep talking about how happy I am to be warm. And I'm one of those people who cannot stand summer, and much prefer the cold. But I couldn't even take a shower.

Tonight I just stood in the shower and it felt like one of those "after camping trips" showers, where the warm water feels like heaven.

We sat there on our Ikea chairs and watched the final fire go out in our wood stove.

Now it's snowing, but it just looks that much prettier from inside sitting next to this warm radiator. We've got our hay, we've got our propane, and no worries.

Piano Snow

Unbeknownst to my man, I recorded him playing piano the other day.

Huge virtual prizes go to the person who can correctly name the song he's playing. Hint: popular 80s radio song. Hint #2: Theme stolen from David Bowie?


I love how the music got darker and darker as more and more snow fell. (He had no idea.)


I am so blessed to have a piano playing husband! After the years of loathing the forced daily lessons, I should add. I love piano, just not with me trying to play.


I thought the song was so pretty, and assumed it was some German song, but when I asked, I did not expect this answer. It's a very popular American band, but look, what I did not expect - it's pretty. It's passionate. I love dark music. Does anyone recognize this one? As I uploaded it, I found out it's all over youtube, but usually with guitars.