Too Many Thoughts
Well, it likely won’t surprise you to read that we are obsessed with Thanksgiving around PJP. In fact, that’s all we really discuss as we move closer and closer to next week. And for anyone keeping count (and we know there are a few of you out there), we’ve well surpassed over 1,000 pies on order. In full disclosure, I’m a little worked up about it all. Though, wouldn’t we be more worried if I weren’t?
Since I’m trying to redirect my brain, here are a few things NOT about Thanksgiving:
It’s that time of year wherein our front windows completely fog up while we bake. (Some call it cozy. I call it claustrophobic.) Someone last week actually complimented our thoughtful craftiness on the assumption we sprayed the fog on there, like a frosted Christmas display window. Goodness, can you imagine being organized and motivated enough to do that to a window? Me either.
I spent a fair amount of time on Friday battling an epic intermittent Internet and phone outage at PJP. As it turns out, the sprinkler room (located outside) houses only three things: water pipes, our Internet box thingy, and two ceramic heaters plugged in to our Internet power strip to heat the pipes so they don’t freeze. Every time the heater kicked on, it blew our Internet circuit. Which is to say that I learned more about the Internet, plumbing, and surge protection than I ever hoped to during my life.
Before you ask why the pipes aren’t insulated and who exactly relies on cheap ceramic heaters to keep the pipes warm, I’ll tell you none of it makes sense to me either.
And while I’m ranting about public commodity utilities, our City of Columbia utility bill is $768 this month. For the same time period last year, it was under $400. I’m going to to email Dateline NBC and demand an investigation. Of what, I’m not certain but I personally find Lester Holt reassuring and if anything, he can just narrate my life for a bit to soothe my anxieties.
All that said, the lake created by poor drainage directly in front of our storefront is freezing over nicely and we should all be able to ice skate on it soon. On a positive note, I am thankful that we chose to rent the Wren’s space two doors down for Thanksgiving pick ups because skating across a de facto lake while holding someone’s Thanksgiving pie order next week seems dubious at best. Doing that 1,000 times seems dubious at the very best.