evidently i wasn’t paying attention to the fact that it was actually going to be cold in miami and therefore didn’t think it was important to alert the landlord that our heat stopped working.
my boys had blue lips this morning. their little bodies were toasty, though, so i don’t feel like too horrible of a mama.
landlord is alerted.
but in the meantime it is hovering near 50 degrees in our home.
for reasons we are unsure of, julio the handyman lives in the shed out back. omar calls from work and tells me to go knock on the shed. but julio speaks not a lick of english. if i wasn’t so stinkin’ cold i might have the patience to find a way to act out in a charade-like manner, “our house is freaking cold…fix it!!!” but i don’t.
i have the idea that perhaps there is a breaker that flipped. i go to the closet where the breaker panel is located and as i try to open the door i break the handle. no getting to the breaker panel for the time being.
omar drives around trying to find a space heater and comes up with (and i am reading from the box here) “the world’s smallest heater.” here’s a shot for some perspective.
what in the world?
we find julio (he was indeed in the shed). julio tells us that yes, it is cold in here. he then discovers that the whole unit is broken and rides off to find us a new one.
i am choosing to find all of this humorous. in the meantime i am not feeling so bad that i haven’t sent off my brother’s christmas scarf yet. its fractal-patterned goodness is quite comfy. dear brother, just think of it as me breaking it in.