It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

I was fascinated with the first line of "The tale of two cities", but I'll be candid, that was about as far as my investigation went. I'm pretty sure I appreciated it as much as cliff notes allowed me too, but it wasn't my favorite read as a sophmore in highschool. Someday I will revisit it and read thoroughly.

However I can't think of any better way to descride this week than that. It has been a week of extremes: summer to winter weather, a huge tree to no tree in our yard, little work to lots of work, clean house to AHHH!, hot house to chilly house, white walls to painted walls, and finally but not least a/c to heat to NO furnace. All these changes are good I'm sure, but sometimes as I go through them, I am wondering while they all happen at once? Does anyone have this figured out, why life is peaceful and then everything goes wrong at once? Ok, not everything, thats an exaggeration, I still have my saviors love, my cute hubbie, and the things that matter most! But really what is the dealio?

Let me give you a sample: on Monday I was cleaning the kitchen and moving around a few things in the fridge. I picked up the bottle of Homemade spaghetti sauce that I had simmered for 12 hours and...

Not only did it get the floor, but every other nook and cranny in the surrounding area including my pants. Gross, it reminded me of when I threw up on a girl sitting in front of me in 2nd grade. Poor girl.  

That was repaired quickly but Tuesday brought it's own mass destruction. Micah has been excited to get rid of our Box Elder tree for sometime, and with next week as pick-up week, he couldn't miss the opportunity. And it's a good thing he did when he did given that the 85 degree temp on tuesday dropped to mid 40's on wednesday.  

This change in temperature was all ok, as it gave me the opportunity on Wednesday to finally paint the hallway as I have wanted to for some time.

Before

And After... there was lots and lots of corners to work around!

The problem came in when cooling temperatures required the furnace.  Micah turned it on, but then it stopped coming on, and temperatures slowly dropped. That means aside from the warmth of the cookie oven, cold, cold, cold!

It wouldn't be so bad except Micah has the busiest week at work given he works at the Ticket office at the LDS conference center. He doesn't have lots of extra time to repair a furnace with conference this weekend. I have been known to be able to spend lots of time outside of the house for the most part, but this week I've had significantly less yoga classes to teach, only 5, and I simply don't find bountiful all that exciting. So while Micah is busy away from home at work, I am shivering in a lonely house with little work. I'm not all that pathetic though, I did spend 5 hours at the Yoga studio this morning, teaching and taking class, basking in warmth of a heater that works and a body that moves! 

So, it was the best of times, and the worst of times. But I have a feeling things will only get better, and worse...