After all those years living in rough country or country rough, I'm Very aware of the fact that:
There is a dishwasher here, and it isn't me. But I'm so used to washing dishes by hand, as I cook, that I often forget to just put them in the dishwasher.
It is constantly warm here in the parents house. I find myself outside in the early mornings with the excuse of running Willie, but really because I'm still not used to the central heat. More to waking up in a freezing cold house and restarting a wood stove or turning on a small one room heater. No need to wear three layers of everything here, still I have to have the window cracked in my bedroom for real air. (a habit inherited from my grandpa)
To turn a knob at the kitchen sink and have instant scalding hot water for the french press or the tea pot. Though I have taken to that device, I kinda miss the call of the kettle or my cowcamp coffee pot.
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| My ol coffee pot has hung over many a fire |
Flick a switch in the living room and the fireplace, behind glass, comes on. So not my style, but then it's not my house. I liked the whole process of cutting, splitting, stacking wood in the summer to keep you warm in winter. The wood smelled so good. And when the power goes out you can still cook, heat water, and warm the house with a wood stove.
I
installed a new shower head in my bathroom and now I can take really
long hot showers! Not the lukewarm to
cold cold they have been in cowcamps past. Not to have to worry about
someone turning on the hot water elsewhere in camp, because you know you
will be getting ice water if they do, is heaven!
Interesting that those around me take all these things for granted, they don't ever give it a second thought, it just is.
I like creature comforts, and I really appreciate the fact that I have them,
but there are no horses here...
I like creature comforts, and I really appreciate the fact that I have them,
but there are no horses here...
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| Lisa's Joe as a baby |
And... mom's tiny Filipino home helper has taken it as her mission to find me a boyfriend... (Not that I don't trust him, but Dad was strangely silent during the latest exchange on this topic.) I told her I was going to the pharmacy to pickup mom's meds. She said, "you can't go wearing leggings and a sweatshirt, what if you meet some handsome man?" "Go change into something nice, and don't forget to wink!!!"
So for God's sake if you see a nicely dressed ol berserker cowgirl with a twitchy eye... don't shoot.
So for God's sake if you see a nicely dressed ol berserker cowgirl with a twitchy eye... don't shoot.
