……and winter is still over a week-and-a-half away. Bleah.
We woke up this morning to frozen pipes, thanks to the weather service which told us the low would be 18 degrees last night. God knows how cold it really was, because when I woke up at 8 this morning with the sun brightly shining, it was zero. According the local news, it’s still zero……I think their thermometer’s busted. It doesn’t GET that kind of cold here. And I don’t care what people from harsher climes may think: this is just. too. damned. cold.
Of course, it doesn’t help that I’ve got a bad case of cabin fever. I haven’t been able to get out of my driveway and go anywhere in four days. Now, there are times when I voluntarily don’t go anywhere for four days—in fact, I usually enjoy not going anywhere for four days. But now that I CAN’T go anywhere, I’m feeling claustrophobic and crabby. Go figure.
So, having no water means we can’t take showers, do the dishes, even flush the toilets. And since we can’t get our car up the ice rink that passes for our driveway, there’s no way to go to the store and buy any. For some reason, the city folks didn’t believe the weather people either and thus didn’t prepare for the snow and ice; so the roads have been dicey, and with our lack of 4-wheel drive and traction devices we might as well be marooned on a desert island. (Which would be just fine…..at least it would be warm there.)
Necessity being the mother of invention and all, we took buckets outside and filled them with snow, which is turning out to be useful stuff after all. Will even made coffee with some melted snow this morning, filling my heart with gratitude as it warmed my poor frozen innards. I am NOT one of those hardy pioneer women who can chop a cord of wood before sunup and have a roaring fire going in the stove while fixing breakfast…..let alone do without coffee!
So now Will is dozing, being rather weary after his exertions this morning in his unsuccessful attempt to thaw the pipes, while I managed to eat some cold cereal, lug the nine boxes of Christmas decorations we decided not to use out to the garage, and light a fire log before settling in here. I have buckets of snow in two of the three bathrooms and the urge to pee. I know the old adage about “if it’s yellow, let it mellow”, but I wasn’t raised by wolves and I never had brothers so I flush each and every time. And I hate, hate, HATE not being able to wash my hands, even though I put out hand sanitizer in each bathroom—yecccch.
I know…..for someone who’s anything but prim and proper, I’m pretty fussy about hygiene. In the meantime, the sun has largely disappeared and the sky is beginning to turn that dirty-aluminum color that suggests more snow might be on the way. It’s certainly cold enough still……it’s struggled to the 21-degree mark thus far and is expected to stay below freezing today (again), but if we’re lucky we might be able to graduate to only two layers of clothing by tomorrow.
You KNOW it’s bad when I start looking forward to rain and 45-degree temps. It’s coming, though….it’s coming. And I know I ought to be careful what I wish for, because I will probably get it, and by January I’ll be sick to death of it and wishing for some “interesting” weather. There’s just no pleasing some people, you know? 😉