Colder than Whizztails
So, yeah, it's cold. And today is the day the sun is supposed to come back! Just for a minute anyway.
We had to go fill up a flat tire today and decided we would get some gas while we were at the station. It is so flippin' cold that the key corkscrewed in the gas cap lock and we had to go pound it flat with a wrench just to be able to start the truck before we froze to death. And then the little buddy heater died so I had to spend $153 to get a new one and as long as nobody touches the wire, it works just fine, but I am scared to death I'll burn the truck down.
Yesterday's 2 am found me in the throes of stomach flu so I spent most of the day in bed. I had my tummy back in order in time to go to the Diabetes fundraising dinner, which was very nice. I was still picking at my food, but it was tasty and the Barrow native dancers were very good. I saw lots of dances I hadn't seen before and it's always impressive to see the people you pass everyday transformed by what their doing. Little cranky kids and surly teenagers and adults and the very elderly, all rapt with their dancing and drumming.
There was also a woman who lectured us on all the detriments of diabetes while we were trying to eat with many tangents along the way. It just about put our table off the food. Yeesh. Wild and weird times in the big city of Barrow. But! Nobody can accuse us of being boring!