|Yeah, it's cold.|
Being laid off has been an exercise in learning mental toughness and focus. I waver from thankfulness that I'm not going into that hostile, stressful workplace, to despair at finding a good job where I can simply give honest work for an honest wage without all the drama. I've found myself wanting to just putz around the house, baking, sleeping, and spending many hours on my addiction of putting together jigsaw puzzles, instead of tackling the hard projects such as working out a budget and repairing broken things. It's as though I simply wanted to be a child and play instead of taking care of business. Well now I'm reaping the consequences of irresponsibly wanting to hide under a blanket for a while. Yesterday the propane tank ran dry.
Yes, we're living in a house without a furnace, stove, or hot water right now, just because I neglected to keep tabs on the tank and call for a refill when needed. We have a couple of little electric heaters going, and a fire in the fireplace, so it's tolerable for the short term. But the lack of central heat with no real back up is depressing, and makes me wonder how we would handle it over the long term. What if the supply of propane was disrupted, and no one could get a tank refill? What could we use to keep our houses warm and our water hot?
So what's the lesson? Well, there's no time off from being a grown-up. There's still details to attend to even if I'd rather do a puzzle. It's also clear that a disruption in "normalcy" requires mental preparation as well as physical. Secondly, I need to look harder at changing my options. Hard to do without a job, but I need to explore alternate heating methods, or at least ways of keeping more of the heat in the house. As any of us work to make our homesteads more self-sufficient moving away from dependence on fossil fuels is going to be key.
It hasn't all been bleak; had to go out and run some errands the other day, and meet a friend in the town of Vassar. I had along a package that had to get mailed that day, or I would have to start over with the work involved. I arrived at the Vassar Post Office just as the clerk turned out the lights. But she heard my cry of despair as I tugged on the locked door, and mercifully opened it and mailed my package for me. Wow! Kudos to a government worker that wasn't worried about the time clock and helped out a stranger.