While the rest is history

You are not reading this. You are freezing your asses off on the mall as witnesses to the making of history and I have to work. No worries, really. My cubicle is probably the safest place for me right now, not being one for huge crowds. I've missed most of history up to the current moment so one more day isn't going to kill me. Although it's not like I'm getting anything done at the office either but I'm here and holding the fort, anyway.

We've opened a youth hostel at Medford this weekend. We're hosting fellow LJer, ladyclayton and her beau, Jason out from the left coast for the inauguration. They're, of course, very gracious guests but it sucks that they should have to put up with Medford on any given weekend. But on this particular one, the coldest since 1893 apparently, I've had three separate pipes burst in the unheated attic space (water pipes in the attic, wtf?) This happened to us last year, too, although I wasn't in town for that fiasco. Scotty mobilized his team of contractor friends and Sherm rose to the challenge on that occasion, as well. Although after having him sweat a splice into the pipe Scotty never bothered to follow through with insulating them and after almost $200 worth of polyethelene sleeves and electric heat tape and a day of crawling around through the freezing/soaking/dirty/itchy/claustrophobic I now see why he just left them exposed - so that it can happen all over again this year. So, way to ½ ass that. . .


But we had water again and to celebrate I took a shower and we went out on the town. Even though The Dogfish Head Alehouse is our usual haunt, this time H and I had the pleasure of meeting up with name_redacted and Mrs_Redacted, who are also here from Cali for the presidential thing. It's the beauty of living so close to our nation's capital, that eventually the whole country will pass through and on occasions like this we get to see them all. Yeah, DC's like a pool under an old stump carved out by the current of the stream of our nation's history and I'm a big lazy trout sittin' there just waiting for the pieces of culture to drift by. Yep. . . And so having us and our guests all togther we sat down to dinner. I don't know what it is in those Dogfish Head beers that crunk me up so badly, but they do. . . . Must be the alcohol, although my 9%'s don't do me like that. Or maybe it's all the socializing that I'm not very adept at, or the up and down and back and forth with the pipes all weekend that's taken it all out of me but either way I'm feeling it today. . . and just not ready to get with it. So, there are my threee paragraphs for now.