Just a couple of updates as to what’s happening in the Artistic Bytes household.

Last night the pilot light on the still rather new water heater went out. Of course it wasn’t a nice, simple thing to take care of. A tiny part called the sensor was having a migraine and died. Our utility company came out first to try and light the pilot. I got a lecture. It seems that using the laundry room, which houses the gas water heater and the heating system for the house, as an airbrush painting booth is verboten! It’s unventilated so it’s a health hazard and a fire hazard. In the utility woman’s words, “I won’t cite you for this violation if it’s taken care of today.” Well, thank you, goodbye, why couldn’t you have told my husband this?

This has been a tiny sore point for us, but there’s just some things you don’t tell hubby. And, to be honest, except for the lack of ventilation, I didn’t have that big a problem with him painting in there. I was pleasantly surprised that when I told him what she said, he didn’t gripe about it. Everything was moved this afternoon to a bedroom we use as storage that has a nice big window. Now, if I can just get him to put a drop cloth on the carpet under his painting table.

It’s been very cold and very windy. I don’t do wind. Wind can become a tornado which brings down cackling witches and Munchkins. Ok, so Spokane really isn’t tornado central, but I lived in tornado central. I’ve been isolated in a lone mobile trailer watching the sky become BLACK with the raging wind of the Olympian gods.

Everyone knows, God hates mobile trailers and mobile homes… they become mobile! The mobile trailer was being buffeted so hard, it was close to tumbling down into the gully just behind it. I was just calculated how quickly I could make it to the dip by the road for safety, when I saw the shadow of a lone car barreling down the highway at a great deal of speed. The car, usually a nice, shiny blue, looked like it had driven through the river. The car roared into the lot where my trailer sat, spinning on the gravel and the passenger door was thrown open. I ran and jumped into the car and slammed the door. Dad jammed on the gas and pulled back onto the road just as the tail of the tornado touched the road a few miles behind us. Dad was my hero that day. I learned later that the weather had hit so quickly while he was at work at the resort in Kimberling City, that he was practically driving blind to get out and come to me, where I sat at the Silver Dollar City crossroads about 20 miles away.

Have I mentioned I hate wind? Needless to say, sleep wasn’t a friend last night. And there’s more wind tonight. These are the kind of evenings when I wish Richard didn’t have to work.

Last but not least, I’m going to share a great recipe with ya’ll. So, stay tuned, and make sure you’re hungry.

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