Happy New Year, duckies! I hope everyone had an exciting, glamorous New Year's Eve! If only to make up for my own lameness.
I've never been a big fan of New Year's Eve. It feels like there's all this pressure. And I don't like pressure. Especially when it results in me staying up past 9 p.m. So we had no plans for last night. Good thing, too, because I was in no fit state to go anywhere, anyway. NO, I was NOT falling-down drunk. I was falling-down exhausted.
Yes, you do get an explanation of that. But of course.
Tuesday night, when I plugged in the chickens' heat lamp, I blew the whole fuse. Okey dokey. I figured it was the scary, half-stripped fire hazard of an extension cord that connected the heat lamp in the coop to the electrical source WAAAAAY down in the house. But it was late and it was dark, so I figured the chickens could tough it out for one night and I'd deal with it in the morning.
Bright and early the next morning, I'm trudging through 5 inches of snow, with more whirling and blowing down my neck as I attempt to locate the source of the electrical surge that kept blowing the fuse. After about a dozen trips back and forth to the chicken coop, replacing various cords and connectors, I finally determined that the old, crappy heat lamp itself was the culprit. So I tried another, even older and crappier heat lamp we had hanging around. No luck. Finally I plugged in a trouble light up there with a 100 watt bulb next to the chickens' perch, figuring it was better than nothing.
So that was my morning.
In the afternoon, I discovered that what with the approximately 10 inches of snow that had fallen and the rest that had drifted across the driveway, there was no way A. and the MiL would be able to get their cars up to the house. So I shoveled about 250 feet of our 500 foot driveway. Let me repeat that: 250 FEET. With a HAND SHOVEL.
And that was my afternoon.
Then I made dinner (spaghetti with sausage) of which I ate a very large amount, had a mug of wine, and dragged my sorry, spent body up to bed at 8:30 p.m.
And THAT is how we celebrate at Blackrock.
Please tell me you did something more exciting than that.