Temp in the shade scraped the bottom edge of fifty today! I went to town with D&L without the usual six layers, wearing my canvas coat more as a gun burka than out of a need to stay warm. We’re promised another week of sunshine, so the nights are still cold as hell and I’ll be surprised if I get my running water back any time soon. But even the overnight temps have crept up into the teens. By comparison, it’s great.
D and I were talking about heat tapes on the trip. He and L have this elaborate contraption for keeping the supply pipe to their cistern from freezing, and one of their heat tapes crapped out allowing the pipe to freeze again. We talked about ways to get electricity where it needs to be (his heat tape’s thermostat is down near the outlet, which is underground and not exposed to the same cold as the pipe, which turned out not to be a very good arrangement), and it occurred to me that karma had for once worked in my favor. I spent considerable time last winter running electricity into Landlady’s valve house so I could put a heat tape on her supply pipe, and now she’s my primary source of water since hers is still working fine. Irony’s wonderful stuff: When I still lived on her property, I generally came and got my water at the Lair. Right now it’s the other way around.