Monday, March 24, 2008

Pacific Gas and Egglectric Company

I've never been so happy to get an electric bill in my life. After some painful charges last cycle, we received the latest bill yesterday, and it was exactly what it cost to heat our old house – which was half the square footage of where we live now. Woo-hoo!

It's still a lot of money, because power is just plain pricey all over, but it's good to know that we're on the right track for improvements. The modern insulation and double-paned windows sure make a difference in holding in the heat.

While reading Chris' post about streamlining Easter gifts, it occurred to me that for once, I have a terrific story about modest spending. We re-used last year's Easter basket and recycled the eggs, filling them with crackers and sweets we already had in the house. Although I think it doesn't count as purposefully being thrifty and saving the planet if one is just planning poorly.

One last Easter-themed tidbit, brought to mind by Kimberly's post about some pretty fabulous baskets she put together for her daughters. Spring of my junior year at college, I received a care package from my parents. Eagerly opening the box, I found a computer disc. Hmmm. I inserted into my Mac Plus and peered into its tiny black and white screen.

Dad had created a layout of our house, complete with little furniture icons. I had to click through the house, moving furniture around until I found an egg icon behind a couch. I got to participate in the egg hunt even though I wasn't home any more! Mom had packed a big chocolate egg in the box, which I ate while working through engineering problem sets. That was a particularly special year.


brendaj said...

On your earlier post, I tried the Peepee teepee. Either it's just a cute product that doesn't really work or my boy is too active, since the teepees kept flying all over. So I can't really recommend them!

kittenpie said...

That's awesome! Yay, dad!

We just hid four of her five little mini chocolate sheep. But apparently, I was supposed to get eggs for a hunt. Telling me the night before eAster and loking at me like I was Stalin for not having known? Not appreciated, but whatever. That was all she got, which I think is pretty modest and quite enough for a three-year-old.

Mayberry said...

I love your dad! That is fantastic.