Lately we’ve had serious frigid Doodle weather in Charleston SC…
The snow is finally gone, but these arctic temperatures still remain.
DEATH OF A FURNACE –
For eight days – our 97 year old furnace churned like a champ. Daytime high’s barely reached 29 or 30 degrees, while night temperatures dived down to 19 and 17. It was unexplainable for this area, but then we were no different than many other states experiencing “extremely” low temperatures.
But by Thursday she had been all she could be. She spurted, hiccuped and sent us a final burning scent through the vents then gurgled a strange whistling tune right before her last sigh, then – silence.
The new HVAC system will be installed in a couple of weeks, so there’s no reason to try and have the ole girl repaired.
Besides, this is Charleston SC – it can’t get that cold again. #famouslastwords
LET THE SUN SHINE –
Thursday night, the local meteorologists kept telling us this, “weather pattern” was headed north. Friday afternoon lured us all into a false euphoric state. Temperatures soared into the high 60’s.
Saturday’s sun shined brightly and warmed our faces as we ran a few errands. After their grooming appointments, we linked up with Doodle Dad on a quest to find the pawfect light fixture for our foyer…
SHOPPING MADE EASY –
I love how easy it is to shop in Charleston with dogs in tow…
Many times we are out and about – want to stop, but are leery because we have the Boys with us. Not once have we been turned away.
Stores not only welcome us – the staff and most of the patrons make it difficult for us to leave. Harley and Jaxson are comfortable in retail environments – rarely do I have to hold them on their leashes…
WEATHER MAN LIED –
By the time the sun tucked itself away for the night, the winds picked up and temperatures changed! They plummeted. It was ice station zebra in my house. I said a little prayer over the thermostat and flipped the switch – nothing! Not a sound.
The four of us huddled around the one space heater we owned until it was time for bed. Upstairs felt like a meat locker. I slept with my skull cap on.
Doodle Dad – retired Army Ranger – was still tough enough to laugh at my layers of clothing, as he relived his Infantry “living in the field” past.
I fell asleep with both Boys at the foot of the bed adding additional body heat. I was comforted that if they weren’t too cold, all was well and I/we could ride out this “storm” together until the installation of the other unit was completed.
ONLY ONE NIGHT –
Sunday morning told a dissimilar story. When I rose – I could see my breath. Enough! It might have only been one night – but that was one night too many. Especially when I came downstairs to see Jaxson snuggled up on the couch UNDER the covers waiting for his breakfast…
Immediately after Church Service ended, I was standing in Lowes, high heels and all, looking at every space heater they had.
I pushed my shopping cart through the parking lot and placed two huge 1500 watt – electric heaters in the trunk of the Doodle Mobile.
As darkness approached, I glanced over at Jaxson and started humming an old Gospel hymn – “It is well with my soul.”
He was basking near one of the four heaters we’ve got blowing super warm air through-out the house…
KEEP HIS DREAM ALIVE –
Sunday afternoon we walked across the street to check on Doodle Dad and his high school class of 1972 as they decorated the float for tomorrows MLK Parade…
Last year the Boys walked with Mother Emanuel AME Church in the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Parade…
We were honored to participate.
This year I must work, therefore I am not sure if Harley and Jaxson will walk with the Class of 72 or not.
When I re-read some of what Dr. King so eloquently stated years ago, I pondered how something so simple as love, equality, and brotherhood seem to be so un-obtainable these days.
We must learn to love together as brothers or perish together as fools: Martin Luther King, Jr.
That was our weekend – how was yours?