A storms a coming

On December heaven received another of our family. Marie Jessup, Bryons mother died. I know that there is going to be one heck of a storm down here when they meet up. Not a storm in a bad way but more like one big party for them. I can see them cracking open a bottle of whiskey for Marie and beer for Bryon, then watch out. Those two could talk for hours, often as not, Bryon would goad his mother to a point one would think the conversation would end up in a major argument. Bryon loved to say things to get a rise out of Marie. He used to regal me with stories of growing up with her as his mother, happy times. Casey, her husband will be at a loss as to how to go on. Go on he will, for he is strong, but as I know all too well, life will not be the same. It brings me comfort knowing that mother and son are reunited once again.

On a different note.......furnaces. Specifically ones that decide not to work when it is cold outside. Yup, mine packed it in (or so I thought) This was Bryons area of expertise, not mine. I took the front off and oh look, no pilot light. My neighbour came over, read the instructions and tried to relight it. Didn't work, so I spent the night huddled under my electric blanket with my two dogs for company. (it was a two dog night) I asked a friend at work about lighting it, and he said that maybe something that was supposed to light it was broken. His suggestion was to call a furnace guy in not to try to light it again myself.  He doesn't know me very well.
At lunch time, flashlight in hand I went down to the beast. I read and reread the instructions paying careful note about 1. smelling gas 2. what to do if I did 3. what to do if the little red button didn't pop up.(basically, get out of the house and call a repair man or the fire department.)Undaunted I grabbed the B.B.Q  lighter, got down on my knees, and with the help of my two dogs, turned the knob to off, then to pilot, put the flame in the hole where the pilot light thing was and prayed. No explosion, that is good, but no flame, that is bad. Once again I repeated the procedure and on the fourth try, blessed be, a flame. So now as I sit typing this I am enjoying the heat. (sorry Bryon for all the not so nice thoughts I had)

Party on Bryon and Marie