He never did show up to meet me, and I was stuck there, in the snow, with all of the problems that he had abandoned along with me. In a way, I felt that this had to be an inevitable eventuality, in that that I was just to take care of all of his dirty laundry throughout life. And now he dumped it all on me, in the form of this property every one of us had just bought– together, or so I had foolishly thought. I guess that I was meant to care for it all in some capacity, because what else is a person actually supposed to do with an abandoned building they just bought? Just when I felt myself growing seriously overwhelmed with the sheer volume of things that needed to be done in order for this building to be adequately restored, I heard it. That was really a glorious sound, followed by a glorious feeling. The sound of the heating system rumbled in the air duct above; it was followed shortly by sizzling air surging from each duct. In that moment, I thought to myself that maybe I could do this. I must have spent the majority of my time that cold year tending to that arena, alone knocking down walls & erecting new out of wood as well as plaster. I gutted the old, unnecessary elements, such as old scaffolding that hadn’t been used past the eighties, old rotten flooring that may once have been wood. In its stead I laid down hardwood floors. I put up as well as reinsulated each wall, redid every window, made sure that the structure had integrity. All of this I accomplished by myself but for the tumbling in the air duct above, the heating reassuring me as well as comforting me when I needed it the most. With the good old oil furnace rumbling, I put the last piece of the old building in its rightful spot. He never did show up.