I used to put up a fight: My hair dryer was new, shiny black, one of the few things in pristine condition in our house, and used only by the only girl in the house. I wound the cord up perfectly as any good Type A cord winder can do, and stowed it away for the next major holiday when I might decide to do my hair.
And, every so often, over the years, The Animal Whisperer would request it for some outdoor thawing issue. Painfully, I would hand it over, “JUST BRING IT BACK IN!”, fearing that it would be commandeered as a permanent part of his shop. Faithfully, he always brought it back in. Not quite as shiny as it was when it left, but I forced myself to deal with that…no complaining. At least not out loud.
So, today, I was interrupted for the third time while stretched out on the floor in the patch of sun streaming through the window, trying to take a sugar induced cat nap. My five-year old opened the door and shouted in: “MOM! Papi wants your hairdryer!!!”
Du-du-du-dum. The gloom filled music thumped in my head. The faucet must still be frozen.
But now, after the years of begrudgingly allowing the use of my hairdryer for, what I deemed un-ladylike (although necessary) use, I peeled up from the floor, and dutifully retrieved it. In the walk from the bathroom to the crack in the door where his little arm reached inside, I noticed the scuffs, dust and white paint marks that have become part of its faded shiny blackness, and handed it to my son.
I’ve wizened to the point that I now happily give it up for The Greater Good. I blow-dry my hair maybe four times a year. We need water in the barn every day. I know, I’m really becoming a better person. Right?
Because, for as long as the faucet remains frozen, the two hoses must be hauled up to the house and hooked to the faucet in the garage,
stretched through the garage,
to the stairs,
down the stairs,
to the goat pen,
and water given to the animals and the greenhouse, and drained then recoiled before the water that’s inside of them freezes. It’s a huge pain in the neck.
The bad news is, today, the hairdryer did not thaw the faucet. What is usually a 10 minute watering process turned into 30 minutes.
The good news is, while I’m sitting outside typing this with my fingers slowly numbing, I have no idea where my hair dryer is. And, I’m OK with that.
Volunteering it to the ice-thawing cause to help The Animal Whisperer not have to go to so much work is worth it. Really, I’m a great wife.
Happy New Year!
– The Goat Cheese Lady