2017 Life Logs, Day 3: Not a Frost Queen
Date: Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Weather: Rain, Rain, Rain; High 44, Low 42 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Studio, Falmouth, MA
Today I went to Hyannis to Home Depot to get 3M Insulation Kits to insulate the patio doors and windows in this apartment. I wanted 3M, not Frost King, as 3M is supposed to be a clearer plastic. When I looked online, Home Depot should have had this. But there was no 3M, and since this was the second Home Depot with no 3M, I caved and bought Frost King. When I got home, I cleaned the trim around one of the patio doors, put on the double stick tape, and put up the plastic. Ugh. This is not an easy job for one person. I got the one patio door covered and used my hair dryer to shrink the wrap, but I am NOT looking forward to doing the other doors and windows. And I am not happy with the way it looks. The plastic is not as clear as I would like and the nothing about the whole process was easy. Maybe I’ll just pay the extra money for heating with leaky doors and windows. A Frost Queen I am not.
This afternoon I saw some Facebook messages on my phone and when I clicked on them, a conversation between Mike Stuart and someone commenting on a photo caught my attention. Mike was telling the guy that Linda’s bike had sustained damage as they rode down out of the Andes yesterday. I immediately went to their blog and saw that Linda had also been ‘damaged’ in the downhill trip. I immediately emailed Linda and a few minutes later I got a call from her. Thankfully the “damage” was only a gash on the side of her forehead—no concussion, nothing broken. She and Mike were descending to sea level when they ran into impenetrable fog. Mike was in front as they rode the white line. Mike stopped suddenly when he saw a group of people in the road in front of him. When Linda tried to stop, the bike skidded on the wet pavement, threw her over the handlebars, and sent her skidding on the road. They caught a bus to get to their sea level destination of Guayaquil, went to the hospital to get stitches, found a hotel, and will stay there until they leave for the Galapagos in about nine days. I was so relieved to get Linda’s call and to know that she is really okay—a little shaken, but okay. What Linda had thought would be an easy downhill ride after days of climbing into the Andes, just didn’t turn out that way. But she is okay and that is all that matters. Rest, Linda, and get ready for that cruise in the Galapagos.
