7 December, 2005
Mom just called to remind me to leave water running from my outside faucets. (They don’t insulate pipes here, so the chances of getting a busted pipe when it’s below freezing out is fairly high.) I hadn’t thought of doing the outside ones – I usually worry about the inside ones. I go out front and turn on the front one no problem. I go out back and step on to my back porch. Oops! That shiny shit is ice. I slide around a bit before I manage to grab ahold of the door knob and get my balance. Whew. Okay, I carefully cross the patio and get to the faucet. I turn the knob. Nothing happens. I turn it back and forth. Nothing. The pipe is already frozen solid. So, now I get to worry about busted pipes tomorrow. Weee!