This weekend, The Boy took my Dad to Montana where my brother and his family live so as to ‘help’ with a hockey tournament my nephews were playing in. I think ‘help’ translates to ‘watch hockey all weekend’ and occasionally means ‘run for food-stuffs and/or coffee’ but whatever. From what I gathered on Facebook and text messages, they enjoyed the time. Regardless, this left Muffy and me to our own devices since Wednesday…
We ate Knöpfle soup, tuna/cheese/noodle hotdish and whatever else we wanted and when we felt like it without any mumblings about meat and potatoes. I think I ate toast with peanut butter and jelly - exclusively - on Saturday. Maybe an Oreo or two - you know, to balance out the food pyramid.
I guess there was a bit of a weather event this weekend, a blizzard of sorts that didn’t do much but toss the air temperature into a deep freeze and crank to the coldest setting so far this season. I couldn’t figure out why I was so darn cold, sitting in the front room - the heat was set to 70F, the fireplace (electric) was cranking out some nice warmth, and I was buried under a crochet project (lots of yarn) yet I was still uncomfortable with chilled toes and numb-ish fingers. On top of that, I started to get something of a cold (Muffin was sniffy and coughy all weekend).
After finding my furry house slippers, an extra pair of socks and putting another t-shirt on under my sweatshirt, I happened to walk past the front door. It could just as well have been standing wide open. I found myself stuffing old towels into open spaces around the front door. You know, to prevent snowdrifts in the entryway.
Sheesh.
And this temperature shows an improvement from a pre-dawn -9F (that's Negative Nine). Why do I live here? Right-right-The Beauty of All Four Seasons (or some such bullsh*t).
3 comments:
First of all, I don't think you can call it a season if it only lasts 2 weeks. Thus, we don't have winter here. Y'all don't really have a Summer.
Second, it's good when the menfolk are gone and the beef obligation is relieved. Last time that happened I lived on pop-tarts and coffee. Bliss.
Third, negative nine? *gulp*
We don't have summer in North Dakota like Georgia has summer, true. But then all this temperature stuff is relative. I'd consider your summer to be...well...hell. And I'm guessing you'd think the same for winter here. (As do I - just a different kind of hell.)
"All are punishe'd" as The Prince in Romeo and Juliet, would say.
Yes, Summer here is Hell, but it's a Hell that is good for the complexion if you work it right. However, we do not get to enjoy things like fires in a fireplace and those things I've heard of called "flannel lined blue jeans" which sound...amazing.
but yes, in exchange for our very rudimentary (to the point of being nearly theoretical) Winter, we get 5 months of scorching temperatures and unholy humdity.
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