Every so often I write about how my life is going without the Hawk. Last week presented many challenges once again. And I found myself being very angry with the Hawk for dying on me. I realize that may sound ridiculous but it goes along with grief. If I ever needed a man around, this week would have been a good one. I felt so alone.
I have a scripture by Isaiah taped to my refrigerator which I refer to often when I feel like folding. “Fear not for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you. Isaiah 41:10
Last week I referred to this a lot. It really helps me.
We had an Arctic Express roar down and bludgeon us with its’ fury. Perhaps not as bad as the North East suffered but it was bad enough for me.
The cold came roaring in on wild winds of 25mph to 35mph. It brought just about an inch of snow but turned to all ice. Sunday night, January 4th the temperature dropped quickly. On Monday we never reached above 1 degree and most of that day it stayed at -O. The wind chill factored in at -35 degrees. Oh whoopee.
Thank God the furnace and duct work were fixed before this happened and through the generosity of a reader I had a quartz heater to run since at those temps and this old house, it still was a bit chilly in here.
By Sunday night I had no water. The pipes were frozen. I spent the time with no running water until late Friday night. Meanwhile one of the farm hands brought me a 20 gallon can filled with water. Only problem it was dirty water.
A few days after that I discovered that the water pump that brings in spring water was working. I carried in here 16 gallons of clean water so the animals had water to drink and I could heat it up for dishes and other things. I was amazed to find out how little time it took to use up the water. So I filled up each day what ever I had used. I didn’t realize how hard it was to carry that water in here until I had to do it. I used the dirty water to flush the toilet. That was excellent since prior to that I could not flush it.
I felt like I was living in the pioneer days between the water and this old house. I thought to myself I may as well be living in a log cabin out in the wilderness. I was running around the house plugging up more leaks I discovered with the wind blowing that hard. That’s an endless job with this old house.
And of course the jeep would not start up. Surprise surprise. Who would have thought that? (sarc).
Not that I planned to go anywhere on Monday. There was no traffic at all on our road. People must have stayed in and not gone to work. The same for Tuesday. The schools were closed down for 3 days and the senior center was closed also. So any chance of getting out of here was null and void. The senior bus won’t drive in the county anyway when the weather is bad and I don’t blame them one bit.
I did bundle myself up almost to the point of not being able to walk to try to start the jeep up and take the garbage can up to the road. With the cold it was a lot of exertion. And I could already feel myself freezing regardless of how much clothing I piled onto myself. And the weather channel kept telling people to stay indoors because the cold was life threatening. I could see why.
Even though I was locked up in here for a whole week it seemed I had endless tasks to do. By Saturday night when the pipes finally unfroze I was completely exhausted from the week. The constant filling up of gallons of water, heating it to do any chore, and all the other chores did me in.
Merlin decided to let me sleep in until 9:30am, unheard of since he usually has me up by 5am. I guess dogs do sense things like their human being worn out.
He and the cat were smart enough not to want to be out in that cold. Zima never left the house and Merlin did his business and jumped right back into the house. In fact he now just butts the door open. He also escaped his crate when John, one of the farm hands was in here and scared the living daylights out of John. John asked me if Merlin was going to eat him. I told him if Merlin was going to hurt him it would have been over with in seconds. Merlin just wanted to play.
The receiver to my satellite TV crashed on me too. So no TV although I have only the basic package now, but I had a lot of good old movies on there that I recorded and they are now gone too. That is the only reason I would turn the TV on to watch a favorite old movie like Arsenic and Old Lace with Cary Grant. Each time I watch it I can’t help but laugh myself sick over again.
On Monday while it was -O with that horrible wind chill I saw a cow slowly heading down a path on the farm breaking with the herd. I thought to myself, oh no, she’s going to birth a calf in this cold. She waddled down and had the calf. The next day the farm hands showed up, found her and hauled both her and the calf to my landlord’s farm where he wants the babies to be. I was amazed that she survived and more amazed that the cute little calf survived also and was healthy.
As far as the jeep goes, the farm guys jumped in on Thursday after the weather turned above freezing, but it wouldn’t hold a charge. I had them lift up the hood because of the squealing nose and sure enough it was a belt that is the wrong size belt. I was really angry. Bob’s mechanic was supposed to check the belts and put new ones on, but not the wrong size. Today my mechanic who I’ve dealt with for the past 6 years is coming to get it, a man I trust and he will fix it. The belt is attached to the alternator and I’m praying that belt did not ruin a brand new alternator.
Thanks to Bob Roller I purchased the silicone and sprayed it on the moldings of the jeep doors and I had no problem with getting the doors open. Thanks Bob! I did it just in time on Sunday before the arctic air blasted us.
I talked to the Hawk all week long telling him he picked one hell of a time to die on me. The moral of this story is sometimes it is a very good thing to have a man around to help out during weeks like this past one. Men do come in handy at times. 🙂 Now all you guys don’t take that the wrong way. I love all you guys.