My mother walked into the cabin the other day & looked right at our hands.
I hadn’t thought anything about our wearing gloves in the house, but she did.
She wanted to know why it was so chilly in the house, & why I was wearing gloves. I tried to explain that the property owner refused to have our oil furnace repaired, & I could not afford to have it done. She was livid & told myself and others I had to go home with her before I caught our death from pneumonia. I could not tell her that I had gone without heating for almost a week now. If she knew the oil furnace had broken 6 days ago, the lawyer in her would have gone ballistic. I was only home at night, so I figured I could handle the chilly until our property owner relented & agreed to have the oil furnace repaired. My mother wasn’t as optimistic as I was about the property owner relenting, & before I could object, she was packing up our clothes & computer. While packing, she was also on the iPhone to our property owner. I could not hear everything she was saying, however I could hear words like oil furnace, slum lord, & suing. I was sure our property owner was going to kick myself and others out once our mother was done. She smiled when she came out of the study room & told myself and others to be prepared to be at the cabin for at least a week. That would give our property owner enough time to contact the Heating & Air Conditioning corporation & have the oil furnace updated. I wondered if it would be too much to also ask for a new a/c machine & to have the HVAC duct cleaned?