my heat goes out, or at the very least makes it painfully obvious that it is planning, in the very near future, to take an extended vacation.
No phone, no lights, no motor car; not a single luxury. (this is completely untrue, but it manifested itself, unbidden, in my head) .
Not good, I suppose, but not the worst thing that could happen.
Not the song in my head, (while the theme from Gilligan’s Island wasn’t my first choice, I suppose it beats Henry the Eighth), but the heat going out.
Keeping up with my brain is a full time job and sometimes, even I want to quit.
Yet, I digress.
I still have power, which means my heated mattress pad works.
I still have hot water so hot showers are there to eradicate the goosebumps.
I have many quilts that Granny (God rest her soul), lovingly made for me. They are warm, too, hand sewn and have enough love in them to keep me warm even if they were only threads.
I don’t know what is wrong with it.
The heat, not the shower, the quilts or the mattress pad.
It started making a noise that sounded similar to the sound the brakes on my car makes when I stop suddenly.
I suppose I will have to call the man.
I could call my dad and have him call the man, but I am working diligently on being independent, self-sufficient, self-reliant.
Funnily enough, I waited until I was nearly fifty years old to come to this decision.
That is, in part, why I don’t know how to fix my own, among other things, poorly functioning furnace.
When I learn to fix the furnace, change the oil in my car, replace my brakes and fix the broken tail light that has gotten me pulled over three times this month, I will have made it.
I’m not inept. I can photograph nature like nobody’s business.
I can string words together to articulate what I want to say when I want to say it.
I can write poetry that incites tears and sketch peoples’ faces that illicit sighs.
I have plenty of artistic ability, but it is fairly useless when things break.
Oh well, it is what it is and will be what it will be. At some point, the man will come to fix my furnace and I will once again bask in heat; in the meantime, I’m sitting here with my heavy coat, gloves, ear-muffs and scarf on.
And for each of those things, I am grateful.
One moment, one hour, one day, one month, one event at a time.
That’s how I see life. A little thing like a crippled furnace is no reason to change that.
It will get fixed when it gets fixed.
It isn’t, by a long shot, the worst thing that could happen.
Staying warm the old-fashioned way and finding it adventurous while I do so. I am, after all, the adventurous sort.
I simply didn’t expect adventure to exploit itself in my living room, but being a Sagittarius, I will take it as it comes and make the best of it.
That is what we Jesus loving, faith having, wishful thinking Sagittarius beings do.