…light my fire
Once again, my water heater’s pilot has self-extinguished. It’s a safety mechanism for the kind of water heater that I have which is designed to prevent the buildup of lint from igniting.
Mine must be hyper-sensitive for the tiniest amount of lint will cause it to extinguish the fire. And some unknown amount of time later, I get the joy of taking an ice-cold shower. “Oh, Come ON!” I shout. Then I head down to the garage and light my fire AGAIN.
YaYa’s return to the team equals the return to salads, tofu, and a little running. This week’s weight limit is 86 pounds. With a pound per week allotted, we’re going to be able to eat pasta again just in time for my pre-long run carboloading.
YaYa has a lot of catching up to do. It can get overwhelming at times but he’s doing his best…and asking for help now and again.
YaYa’s entry into middle school education comes equipped with a busy schedule of classes and a school locker. Working the combination lock was the topic of tonight’s dinner conversation. YaYa complained about how confusing it was to go around the dial with a varied number of turns. BoBo, noting “It’s as easy as three-two-one,” explained how you go around three times for the 1st number, two times for the 2nd, and three times for the last. I sure wish someone had clued me into this when I was first learning. It would have saved me from giving out my combination to anyone and everyone who was willing to help me open mine.
After another fabulous 3-day weekend, we pile our things back into our vehicle and hit the road at o’dark thirty. And while we are making our way home…