Life is Good
Pants on Fire: 454 words, Chapter Thirteen
I'm having some concentration issues, what with the new part-time job I have dealing with insurance companies, agents, doctors, replacing Sam's car seat, etc., all thanks to this one person deciding that wherever he had to be was more important than driving safely. So, I decided to start writing my car accident chapter using the very fresh images of the inside of the ambulance to make the details more engaging. Howerver, despite this unexpected field work, I will not be putting the guy who rear-ended me in my dedication.
On my 85th phone call of the day, I found out the guy who hit us might not actually have insurance. Sweet. So very sweet.
But you know what, I can hardly be upset about all that because a) I am HOME and b) my home is WARM. Like really cozy warm and c) most importantly we are alive and healthy.
But back to my warm home. Here's what this means to me: I no longer have to schlep to Lowe's, Wilco, Bi-Mart or whoever has pellets on sale on a twice-a-week basis, pack 40 pound bags of pellets into the truck and then into the house and then feed the stove all day, hoping it doesn't get clogged. Then, when it does get clogged, wait for it to shut all the way down and vacuum it out hoping that the ShopVac doesn't get clogged and then sweeping up the pellets that spilled in the process and then change my clothes because by now I'm covered in ash.
It means that tonight, when I gave Sam his bath, I just had to get his towel and washcloths. I didn't have to make sure it was warm enough out here, carry the portable heater into the bathroom giving it plenty of time to warm up before giving him his bath, sometimes missing my window of opportunity and putting a stinky boy to bed. He doesn't actually stink but only because he is so dang sweet.
It means that as I type this I hear Sam making little sleepy cooey noises while he sleeps IN HIS CRIB in his WARM room and I don't have to worry about the stove running out of pellets in the middle of the night leaving him to freeze in his swing. Ahh. Life is Good.
