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I’m a disgruntled Metro-North commuter by morning, real estate journalist by day, insomniac by night, and cancer butt-kicker for life.

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One Step Closer to a Padded Room

I’m fairly sure the universe is having fun at my expense. Heat still not fixed, as a pipe to boiler did wind up breaking due to ice (luckily, fixable). Plumber told me to put heater down in basement to thaw the rest of the ice, and while I was searching for a place to put the cord, I whacked my head in the same part of the basement I did a few days ago. Except this time, I drew blood. So I went up to the bathroom to clean my bleeding scalp, and as I raised my arm to dab my head with antiseptic, the underwire in my bra snapped, giving me a nice little puncture wound.

Anyone know where I can order an inexpensive human bubble?

Bingo Reading Challenge

One of the biggest disappointments from my first 100 in 1,001 list is how few books I read, considering I was once a voracious reader. Life has certainly gotten in the way, as well as a lack of a commute. (You’d be surprised how many  books I’d finished in LIRR delays.)

Yesterday, my friend Tara found the Retreat by Random House Reading Bingo Challenge, which encourages you to fill out lines—or even whole cards—of reading challenges like “A book with 500 or more pages” or “A ‘classic’ YA book” by the end of the year. I’m quite intrigued and joined a Facebook group Tara set up for people who want to participate. I’d like to fill out at least one card this year—that’s 25 books—with one book only filling one square. Then maybe I won’t feel so ashamed when Heather from I Haz A Choo Choo Train Problem announces how many books she’s finished by the end of the year. (Which was 85 in 2013, by the way. Eighty. Five.)

So We Followed All The Cold-Weather Advice…

One of them being keeping the faucets running to avoid having pipes freeze. Well, this is what we came home to tonight in the kitchen:

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So Alex is now attacking the kitchen sink and washing machine pipes with his heat gun. The good news is that we should have the oil burner up and running tomorrow to help us ride out the remainder of winter. Even if we keep the thermostat at 55°, it will still feel like a heat wave!

A Forgotten Treasure Chest

When cleaning out my mom’s house of all my stuff, I found a box that was packed away long ago. And forgotten. Judging by its contents, I likely packed it before I left for college in 2001. Unpacking it has been like revisiting old friends (except they’re non-stalkable on Facebook). Books, stuffed animals, knickknacks. I didn’t know the box even existed. Once in a while I’d think of something that was in the box, wondering what happened to it. Did I give it away to charity? Sell it in a garage sale? Lend it to a friend? I never connected the dots that they’d all might be together somewhere.

There were boxes in that storage area that were even older—some from our original move in 1992. I found toys I hadn’t seen in years, including a wooden puppet stage I once had. I’m itchy to see what else will be recovered over the next few weeks.

At the rate we’re going, I’m hoping that the boxes we’ve moved to Ossining don’t get unpacked for another 13 years. Yikes!

Some Days You Just Feel Like Marv

We had our first frozen-pipe issue this evening, when we realized that the water wasn’t coming out of the washing machine. So as Alex searched for the lantern, I went out the back door—and straight down the back steps. While the porch itself wasn’t icy, the steps still were, and I went sliding on my behind straight down into the driveway. Ouch.

We looked at the pipes in the basement, and all were properly insulated, which meant the frozen pipe was in the wall. So as I was leaving the area in the basement where the pipes were, Alex told me to mind my head—just as it whacked into the corner of the dropped-storage area.

So now I have a bruise on my behind and a bump on my head, feeling very much like a Wet Bandit.

Turns out that it was the PVC drainpipe that froze, and Alex was unable to de-ice it using his heat gun. Now we have the wash running.

When will winter be over?