day four,

My boiler is having a rough week. Again, so am I? I wonder so.

But hey, before this story gets old let’s just parse a few more bars.

Two service people, two glasses of water, and one hour and forty minutes later -there was no gold to be found within my boiler.

I did however find out some tremendously valuable information about my house. It would seem that in our single-story apartment block my hovel is the first, and the oldest (and that might explain some of the drafts and cold).

Secondly, my boiler is almost as old as I am. And I happen to be so old that I forget just how old I am at times. I have attached a picture which somehow darkly represents what my boiler looks like to me now, and probably just how my boiler feels at this very moment. Innards displayed, and valuable circuits and bits all scattered about -I had no idea the thing was more complicated than my refridgerator..

And at the end of the day I feel kind of bad closing the door on the poor little boliler of a fella, the closing laundry room door separating him from the warm living space where I spend my often hours reading, watching television, and writing feverishly about my happening life.

I feel that R2 (my sad little boiler of a fellow) is slowly on his way out. If my boiler could coo like R2D 2 I am sure it would sound something disdainful like as when Luke and the others fall into the trash compactor, or something like that.

Anyways, my bathing situations has upgraded. Sponge bathing has gone out of style and very kindly my neighbor-friend has lent me his shower for the next however many days. Gosh, nothing like dribbling hot water blasting from shower head to soothe the soul and to cleanse the extremities. I feel free, clean, and strapped-safe from the outside winter colds once again.

Nothing like a few rough days to make a good story after this has all gone and passed. Wouldn’t one agree?
Now, I believe after this saying-telling, I won’t aim to bore you with any more boiler-talk, that is unless you like boilers and/or these posts help to put you to rest on most sleepless nights. But how am I to know that?
With that said, let’s let fate decide what shall be writ next. Fate or chance.. gosh I need coffee -have you brewed up today?

Have a good one,

ciao