Murphy came to stay this weekend. Do you know Murphy? He's quite famous -- he's written his own Law -- and people often quote it.
"You know Murphy's Law...."
And there he was -- staying at the Ranchette! I know I should be flattered, but I'm not.
I went to bed around 11:30 Saturday night. I knew it was going to be a cold one -- frost warnings everywhere, and the wind machines running to keep the oranges from freezing. Imagine my surprise when I awoke at 2:00 AM - FREEZING! "Hmmmm....I'm not an orange, so why am I freezing?" I asked myself. I crept out of bed to go bump the thermostat up. Imagine my horror and shock upon seeing that the temperature INSIDE my house was 52 degrees.
Yes, 52 degrees. Long story short, the propane company "forgot" to deliver propane last week. And since it has be fanfricking cold, I ran out of propane. No propane, no heat. "No problem!" I told Murphy -- who had appeared, grinning, out of nowhere. "That's what a fireplace is for!" I smugly pulled my boots and robe on and made a dash outside (24 degrees) for wood.
Thinking I had the entire problem solved -- propane set to be delivered on Tuesday -- I set about my business on Monday.
"Ms. Jayne? This is Susan. It seems your solar has busted -- and all the water is streaming down your roof."
Long story short -- again -- It appears that Murphy was not satisfied with freezing Jayne, he wants stinky Jayne too. The solar panel froze and broke the water line. I've had to shut the water off at the outside tank - which means......yes...you've got it! No water in the house. No water in the toilet. No water. So, until it's fixed it means showers at the jim -- err, gym and filling the toilet prior to flushing the toilet.
postscript I escorted Murphy to the gate, and watched him leave. I'm sure he'll try to double back.