Waiting for the Bacon and the President

I'm waiting for my bacon to cook.  It has taken almost two hours this morning to get my wood range hot enough to fry.  Sorry, vegans, but, according to my baby book, my first word was "meat."  I've tried tofu and I love orange roughy, but I can no longer afford the latter and the former just doesn't cut it even with all the draining, pressing and sauces recommended by my hairdresser who is very proud of her "numbers" since she went vegan. I think I've figured out that one has to get the entire hunk of iron that is the stove hot before it can even think about cooking.  It also may be this last lot of wood I purchased.  If it weren't for the cedar shingles that my neighbors removed from their house last fall and kindly shared with me for kindling, I don't think I could get the wood to burn at all.  I have some wood in the woodshed and some stacked outdoors.  Neither seems to burn with alacrity.  My neighbors, who have lived here year 'round since the 80s, have assured me that with the low humidity and high winds we have here, one can simply stack firewood outside unprotected and have it burn fine, but I've been struggling with this cord.  My computer and camera and printer have not been communicating since before the holidays so I can't provide current photos, but here is a shot from last year of a good cooking fire.

While I was twiddling my thumbs waiting for my fire to get hot enough to make breakfast--we did run electricity into the cabin about five years ago and there is an electric hot plate available, but I can't see using it when I have a wood fire going--I was reading the on-line news.  I go to the AP wire service site since I think it's as unbiased as you'll probably find.  I noted that President Obama was visiting Ohio and would be stopping at someone's house, which he apparently usually does when he's out stumping.  So I decided to invite him to not only visit here, but make me a poster child for his campaign.  I'm probably about the same age as his Mom would have been and she and I grew up not too many miles from each other.  So I got online and e-mailed him.  Here's what I wrote: 

"Dear President Obama--Well, it's time to roll up our sleeves and get things fixed.  I voted for you, my 95-year-old mother, a lifelong Republican, voted for you and my sister and her husband, staunch Bush supporters in the previous election, voted for you.  To assist your campaign, I'm offering  myself as a poster child.  I am a 67-year-old woman who grew up on a farm in northwest Missouri not far from your Mom.  I was salutatorian of my small high school and earned a Bachelor of Journalism degree from the University of Missouri.  I have worked all my life and now, in retirement, find myself living in an uninsulated one-room cabin in the Rocky Mountains without running water that my Dad built when he was 24 years old.  I'm making the best of it, but was brought up to think this country can do better by its citizens than this.  If you want to visit to see how at least one of this country's seniors, who worked and paid taxes all of her life, is coping, you'd be more than welcome.  Come prepared to carry wood and water and use an outdoor privy.  Great photo ops.  Teddee Grace"

I'll let you know if I get any response and I'll certainly let you know if I'm going to host the President.  Guess I'd better get cracking on this painting if I'm going to have company.  Have you ever written to a politician? Teddee