Since the beginning of time man as had a love/hate relationship with fire. Fire cooks our food and heats our houses, it can also destroy our homes and even take our lives. I am not exempt from this relationship. I lost my grandfather to a fire. Yet, right now, I'd light the biggest bonfire in the middle of my studio if that meant I could open it up. Cold stops, it stops everything, and right now it seems we have reached a stand still at the studio till we can figure out a way to heat that cursed thing. So far we've tried different heaters, the tall and the small, and I've come to the conclusion that this bloody shack out back is about as energy efficient as a wet cardboard box.
I forewent special Christmas treats of smell goods and frilly things, and instead braved WalMart to get myself a heater. I found a nice little twenty-eight dollar one which specifically said for drafty rooms. In addition to putting this under my tree, I also procured, as a stocking stuffer, a can of crack sealant. The look of polite dismay as I told the checkout lady this was Christmas was something worthy of a sketch comedy. I'm truly sad this woman missed her called as a comedic actress, because I haven't seen a look like that since the great Lucille Ball graced my television screen.
So I practically skipped home and plopped the heater down inside the studio and waited...nothing maybe I should have waited longer than ten minutes, I don't know. Still this is beginning to be disheartening, the studio is eating into money we don't have and my stress level through the roof. However I can't give up, so tomorrow I attack the room with crack sealant, and the go off to price insulation, maybe I can get that as a early or late birthday. I just have to keep reminding myself, winter won't last forever and spring will be here soon. *sighs* Just hoping for a early thaw.
