Two (or was it three?) weeks ago the temperature dropped to seven degrees (Fahrenheit) at night, there was a Big Power Outage (capitalized for emphasis), and I honestly thought I was going to freeze to death.
Last weekend the temperature soared to nearly 70 degrees, there was a strong dry wind, and it almost felt like I was back in Texas.
By Monday, March 1st, the daytime temp plummeted to 38 degrees and I had to put the extra blankets back on my bed. The drastic changes in temperature always affect my delicate constitution and I get vicious migraines.
You thought I was tough and durable, didn't you?
In reality I'm a curious cross between Marcel Proust and Blanche DuBois.
I haven't been blogging much lately. All the things I really want to say are controversial - and I know that scares the living doo-doo out of most of you.
My personal life is inundated with problems and unimaginable misery - which, of course, you don't want to hear.
So, what's left?
Last month some of my mail was stolen (or mysteriously vanished) from my mailbox - which included an EXTREMELY important letter that had details about a scheduled appointment. Fortunately I got things straightened out and re-scheduled for mid-March.
Next, I received a rain-soaked letter which stated that I owe several thousand dollars in back payments.
Fortunately, before I dropped dead from shock, I saw that the letter was for the guy who used to live here.
I'm still getting a LOT of mail for him, despite the fact that I informed the post office to stop sending it here.
I lived in this place for over six years, and it was supposedly empty for three years before I bought it. SO, the previous resident hasn't lived here in nearly ten years.
I smell a rat.
In fact I smell a Big Rat.
I feel sorry for anybody who owes money, but I sure as hell don't want to be a part of it.
After six years in this small place I still haven't figured out where to put everything. I bought extra shelves and other storage paraphernalia (try spelling that when you're drunk) but it hasn't helped much.
My garage is filled to the ceiling with things I have no room for. If the Board of Health ever saw it, I would be condemned. Or banished. Or executed.
I recently bought a small writing desk for my bedroom and a much-needed bookcase.
When I moved from Texas I left a lot of furniture for the people who bought my house - including two desks and a huge bookcase.
This post is starting to bore me - - so I can only imagine what it's doing to you.
March is here! Which means St. Paddy's Day , the beginning of spring, and soon Easter.
We can all eagerly wave bye-bye to wicked winter.