42

42 is a good number.

When it's the temperature of the room you are sleeping in on the first night of your weekend away with friends, it's not such a great number.

So this past weekend was the weekend in which I was away with my friends J, R, C, and S scrapbooking in a neighboring state up north.

We left on Friday afternoon and came home Monday afternoon.

We had a great time.

Aside from the fact that the heat did not work the 1st night in our condo unit.

And we didn't know this until close to 12:30 in the morning when we were going to bed.

The room temp was 42 degrees.

That's cold.

Very, very cold.

Cold as in can almost see my breath cold.

There may or may not have been a little bit of whining from all of us about how cold the room was at that point.

But, we turned the heater on and were all optimistic that the room would warm up.

So we readied ourselves for bed.

And not long after shutting off all the lights, the heater shut off.

I got up.  Turned it back on.

Minutes later it shut off again.  Up I went and hit the on button again.

And climbed back into a cold bed.

It was at that point 56 degrees in the room.

Well, I should say it was 56 degrees in the 2 square feet around the heater.

None of us slept well.

At another point in the night, R got up to turn the heater on.

By 5, C&J were up trying to get the heater going too.

To no avail.

And it was cold.

By 7am, I was very tired from not sleeping well and very cold.

I was happy to get up and get in a hot shower.

That felt good.

Phone calls were made and maintenance came.

Nothing the maintenance guy told us made us happy.

Especially J.

We discovered that the heaters were run on propane and none of the units have CO detectors.

That's bad.

J's worry all night was that we would die from CO poisoning.

So she didn't hardly sleep at all.

There may or may not have been a bit more whining about how cold we all were through the night.

And there were some laughs too.

I myself had rationalized that we would not die of hypothermia through the night.

42 was cold, but not that cold.  And we all had good blankets on our beds to help keep us warm.

All good rationalizations.

And true.

We decided quickly that we would be moving our things to a different unit.  And definitely not staying in the same unit with space heaters.

I must say that where we stay is a quaint Christian camp on a lake.

It's beautiful, but the accommodations are basic and not luxurious.

And that's good for a weekend when you are hardly in your room.

But, heat is important.

So we moved to a different unit that day after lunch.

Thankfully a fellow scrapbooker(and R's sis-in-law) was staying in a unit identical to ours all by herself.

She gave us her unit and took a room in the main lodge.

All's well that ends well.

And the rest of the weekend was great.

We had lots of fun.

And we laughed a lot.

By Sunday night we were very silly.

Laughing at just about anything.

Let's just say there was a lot of laughing as we were all trying to help R sing this song.

Well, actually just sing one word from this song, "Trouble".

It was great fun.

And I will not be able to hear this song without laughing and thinking about how much fun we had with this song that Sunday night.

Such a great way to spend a weekend with friends.

And I got a lot of scrapbooking done.

Because I really only do it this one time a year.

Who knows?  Maybe I will get some more done through this year.

Maybe.

Here is an oldie but goodie of D&E with J and K.

Sissy and I were telling them to pretend to be tigers while we were taking their pictures.

I just love E's face.

And I love that J and K are getting into it as well.

Such good cousins.

I love covered bridges.

Especially red covered bridges.

J & I ventured out on Sunday afternoon to a Michael's.

There were a few supplies that were needed.

So off we went.

And in our travels out and back we traveled over 3 covered bridges.

Fantastic.

A great weekend indeed.