The one with the nut in the cookie
Friday was a weird day.
It had a high in the mid 50s but then a low of 7 degrees. It was so cold that we contemplated closing the gym but decided to just keep it open.
Speaking of gyms, the kid was great all week – he got another stripe on his BJJ belt to boot – that I relented when he asked if I could get him a Happy Meal before we went to the gym.
Damn, that company knows how to work kids.
In any case, it was good that we kept the gym open because it was 19 degrees outside that night but inside was pretty comfortable.
I had these ideas to improve the R-values of our insulation and it was nice to see that what we implemented did the trick.
Me: Considering that we’re all not wearing shirts, I’d say this was a success.
Him: Or, we’re right by the showers.
Me: Don’t take this from me. It’s the holidays.
Speaking of the holidays, I’d been meaning to spend time with my mom but I didn’t like the thought of Alison’s parents spending it with just the two of them, so we made the trek out there.
It was so cold, not even the pidgins wanted to be outside.
Son: Will you stay overnight?
Me: Do you really want me to stay?
Him: Of course! You’re my papa.
Usually, we have a pretty nice meat dish – like a prime rib or something – but this year we had homemade meatballs and baked ziti.
I wasn’t complaining.
Plus, when my MIL picked me up from the station, she brought this:
Me: God, you know me so well. Thanks!
Her: If it’s ok, I wouldn’t mind having a chicken breast.
Me: I’ll consider it.
Although, the kid’s dessert had more iron than we were expecting.
Me: I think it’s a nut – and not the kind you eat!
Her: How did that get in there?
Me: You’re asking me?
Luckily, the kid was fine and didn’t break a tooth like I did on that olive pit all those years ago.
There were a buncha things I’d been meaning to read/watch, including this one documentary called Fish & Men, which I found interesting.
Read the kid a book that my sister-in-law bought us years ago with a single dad and his son. Gotta say, it almost made me cry.
But I was surprised when the boy started to cry.
Me: Why are you crying?
Him: I don’t know…I miss mommy.
Me: (nodding) We can stop. How about a hug?
Me: Sweeeeeet, cm’ere you…
I woulda stayed over longer but the heat stopped in my building and I’m the only one that understands how to work the boiler.
Me: OK, with the data you now know: There’s no heat in the downstairs units, but heat in the upstairs units, what can you conclude from this data, kid?
Him: (thinking) The heat is stuck on the top and can’t come down.
Me: (laughing) That’s not bad, actually. It’s something like that.
It’s weird, up until a month ago, the kid and I were the only males in the building; a fella just moved into one of the units but the rest of the building is all X-chromosomes who were decidedly cold.
So, I left a lot earlier than I planned because (a) I didn’t want them freezing in the single digits but (b) I also didn’t want my pipes freezing.
Because heat and pressure are closely linked, I had to increase the temp of everything to increase the pressure enough to force all the accumulated cold water in the radiators down the pipes but not so much that the whole thing…explodes.
Dying wasn’t high on my list of to-dos this holiday season (this time) so I kept a pretty close eye on the pressure gagues.
In the end, managed to fix it in just a couple of hours, so that was good and rewarded myself with some Korean soju that I had in the house.
All-in-all, it was a pretty nice Xmas, as my Xmases go.
Hopefully yours involved less fixing boilers and metal shards in your food and more time with your loved ones.
Him: I wish you could stay.
Me: People need me to help them. We always try to help if we can, right?
Him: I guess.
Me: I’ll see you again before you know it, kid.
Location: earlier in the boiler room, with a portable speaker, a glass of soju, and a rubber mallet. I didn’t use one of those things.
Music: I can live off of your body heat, yeah baby (Spotify)
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