Ok, now that you get the picture, on with my story.
It was 6 years ago and a frigid winter day much like today. I came home from work at immediately noticed the house was freezing. It was a balmy 43′ inside. HMM, immediately I thought the furnace wasn’t working. I went and checked things out, but it was working. So not knowing what else to do, I did what I did most nights and grabbed my book and went into the clean, newly redone bathroom and wrapped myself up in a blanket, huddled again the baseboard heat and read a book. When the hubby got home, he found me in tears just sitting there. Desperately wanting to make me feel better, he told me that there was nothing he could do.(Insert more tears here!) Way to make a girl feel better, right? It was just too cold outside, and the house didn’t have enough baseboard heat to keep the temp up, and of course the lack of insulation didn’t help at all. So, my ever so cleaver hubby, came up with a solution and…
we had no other option but to steal the propane heater from his brothers ice shanty. So off to the pond we went get some heat. When we got home and hung that little propane heater in the kitchen, it was heavenly. Ok, not really, but it was no longer 43′ inside. The smell was not so good, but we had heat. And it was so funny at the time, that we couldn’t help but laugh. All those tears quickly turned into laughs. We continued to use the ice shanty heater for the rest of the winter and continued to live with our kitchen looking like it did for a year and a half. Funny how when I think back to this time, my house is a palace now! And thankfully our kitchen looks like this now.
So today I am appreciating this little home of ours again. We may be crammed and desperately trying to get out of each others way, but at least we are toasty warm! And thankfully these memories of mine make me appreciate just what we have! Because, “it could be worse!”