Life within the Logs
It’s cold. December is cold and nasty with a bitter wind, below zero, and no snow. In Montana it’s just as cold but at least there’s a decent amount of snow to make it seem worthwhile … but here, no skiing. No snowmen. No pretty snow-covered scenes. Just dry bitter cold. Oh how I [love] Wyoming.
So. I’ve been living in the Log house since August and it’s a sweet little place. But the kitchen stove needs fixing and I can’t find any appliance repairmen who are willing to fix it so I’m cooking on a hotplate. The pipes froze again. I’ve unfrozen them and I’m going to apply heat tape to the pipes, but I have to get an electrician to bring an outlet to the crawl space so the heat tape can be turned on. grumble and gripe.
The floor and the walls are buckling in a few places because the foundation is rotten. But hey it hasn’t fallen down yet! So all is good. I’m grateful for the heater – it works well!
