The Little House is about 95 years old. I’ve lived here for 27 years. I’ve learned the quirks and eccentricities of this lovely old house. It’s what makes it the perfect little house for me.
One of the first things I learned about The Little House is that the pipes freeze. The kitchen sink is in a part of the house that is built over a crawl space. The pipes run along the outside wall. If you don’t let the faucet drip a little when it gets cold, the pipes will freeze. Happened one of the first years XH and I lived here . . . we were lucky that the pipes didn’t burst when they thawed out and we never EVER let that happen again. A good bit of my anxiety over the winter is trying to remember if I let the faucet drip or not.
Now that I live here by myself, I’m doubly anxious about forgetting to leave the faucet dripping. I’ve been known to get out of a warm comfy bed at night to double check . . . can anyone say OCD?
It’s been bitterly cold here in my little part of Ohio for a while now . . . and today we are experiencing a January thaw. For the first time since Christmas, the temps here are above freezing . . . and I figured it was safe to turn off the faucet.
I didn’t turn off my brain though . . .
As I was coming up the stairs from taking a shower this morning, I noticed that the kitchen faucet wasn’t dripping . . . and I totally freaked out. You should note that I had just taken a shower . . . a nice hot shower . . . a fact that had totally escaped my poor little OCD “leave the water drip” brain . . .
I went to the sink to turn the faucet back on and happened to look at the thermometer in the kitchen window . . . and saw it was 34 degrees . . . and started laughing . . . because it was at that moment that I remembered looking at the thermometer and turning off the faucet as I headed downstairs to take a shower.
Be nice to me. I’m a natural blonde . . . .
Last weekend was very cold here in Ohio. I was in the basement doing laundry and putting away groceries and was amazed at how cold it was in the basement. Has it always been this cold in the basement? I don’t remember it being this cold in the basement before.
I have an old outdoor thermometer that I put on Prince Charming’s work bench to find out how cold it is. The temperature in the basement was about 10 degrees cooler than the rest of the house. I made sure the door to the basement was open so that some of the heat from the rest of the house could filter to the basement and made a note to myself to keep an eye on the temperature . . . which I completely forgot to do since it got warm again
It might be important to note . . . the basement is not finished. The floor is concrete and so are the walls. It’s mainly used for storage, the washer and dryer are down there, the shower, and Prince Charming’s ham radio equipment. I don’t spend a lot of time in the basement so the temperature in the basement has never concerned me. Although Prince Charming always bundled up more than normal when he worked in the basement during the winter.
We’re expecting an ice storm here over the weekend. Like all good Ohioans, I stopped at the store for the necessary items I would need if I were stuck at home for a couple of days in an ice storm . . . dog food (canned and dry), green beans for Millie (yes, I still feed them to her because she still thinks I’m starving her), milk, bread, cheese (because tomorrow is my normal grocery day and I really do need these things). I was putting the groceries away and some of the things are stored in the basement. That’s when I figured out why it was so cold in the basement last week.
I should probably tell you that the register for furnace/AC is by the shower. Which is heavenly because the warm air shoots out at you when you get out of the shower. It’s not so heavenly in the summer when the cold air of the AC blasts at you when you get out of the shower. When I was putting away the groceries, the furnace was on . . . and I walked in front of the register and realized that it’s still shut from the summer . . . to keep the cold air from blasting on me when I get out of the shower.
Well, duh . . . if you open the register, the basement might not be 10 degrees colder than the rest of the house . . . .
Yes. I’m a natural blonde.
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