Thursday, January 7, 2010
It's a Cold, Driving Day
It's not so much that the cold bothers me. I can always turn up the heat and put on a coat. It's the pipes I'm concerned about. Our naked little pipes at the lake are not used to this weather. They usually have a few spoonfuls of anti freeze in them all winter to keep them safe but not this time. We could risk it and just see what happens but I'm getting the feeling that's not such a good idea. So I'm off.
I'm going to turn of the water, drain the pipes, pour in a little anti freeze, give them a kiss and leave. My sister and I think it's a sign and we'll probably put this little cabin on the market this spring. It's an emotional thing though. My dad built most of the cabin himself for mother and him and their retirement and loved every minute of it. They loved to fish and be outside and they lived only 30 minutes away. I'm two hours away and even though I love the lake, we just don't go. Every year we say we are going more but we don't. It becomes a burden in a way, and an ongoing expense for my mother.
We've debated this issue many, many times since daddy died in 1990. Mother can't manage it anymore so it's just my sister and me. Our hubbies are neither one handymen (!) and our sons just aren't that into the lake. Seems like it's time. This trip might just do it.
In an hour or two I'm out of here. I can get there, then down to mother's, pick her up and get back here in about 5 hours total. Gotta do whatcha gotta do!
I'm taking blankets just in case!