It's too cold to blog.
You see, the computer is on the ground floor, and the thermostat is on the second floor. This may not sound that bad, but the computer is next to the garage in a room which, some day, shall be worthy of its official Lottloft designation: The Craft Cabana. For now, it's more like Interest Icebox. The garage door has no threshold, so cold air wafts in uninhibited, rendering the downstairs an arctic tundra. If you leave the door to the CC open, then the entire downstairs (CC and stairwell) are cold. If you keep the door to the CC closed, the CC itself is chilly and the stairwell is a reasonable facsimile of standing outside. My last post? Yeah, my fingers were stiff after finishing. So the choice: cold or colder? I choose to stay upstairs, where I can keep an eye on the thermometer I have stuck in the vent and continually complain about how the heat pump is not performing optimally.
The past few days it has been getting down to 17 or 19 F at night (about -8 C). In the daytime, it's around freezing. I mean, the point at which water freezes. For me personally, "freezing" usually means anything below about 60 F (15 C). Last Wednesday, it snowed. It was beautiful. Michael and I did not leave work soon enough to beat the traffic rush. Everyone in Atlanta leaves work at the same time as soon as they see flakes falling. If you haven't left by the time the front crosses the border into Georgia, you're screwed. Anyway, instead of languishing in traffic, we went to dinner. We had a lovely meal and a lovely view of the fluffy white flakes falling through the window, despite one of the servers snickering when we asked for a table by the window. "It's no big deal," I heard him snort as we went past. Well, actually, it is. It's gorgeous, it's fun to catch snowflakes on your tongue, and it makes you slow down a bit. If you're from somewhere where snow does not feel special when it happens, then I feel a little sorry for you. Because it's not special, but also because that probably means you're somewhere where it is freezing a lot of the time (by anyone's definition of the word).
Saturday, it snowed again. It was very cold again. On the way to my niece's wedding shower, I saw a penguin on the side of the road instead of the standard road-kill. Michael said it was another animal covered in snow, but I know what I saw. It was a fabulous trip, because my niece lives up in North Bumble (i.e., almost to Tennessee), and the shower was in a house with huge picture windows overlooking the woods. With the birds flitting in and out of the bird feeder in front of a vast panorama of snow-covered trees and white ground, it was...you know...nearly like a picture print by Currier & Ives. I got a great picture of my niece, my sister and me in front of the scene. We ran out onto the covered porch briefly to get the shot...this was only possible because I was encased in boots and a warm sweater.
I'd like to show you that beautiful picture. I'd also like to show you the one of our deck with snow falling on it. Or the pictures of Michael and I wallpapering our bedroom. In fact, I have the rest of the pictures from the Disney trip sorted, and I'm ready to finally finish the saga in one fell swoop. But, you know...those pictures are all on the computer. And, of course...
It's too cold to blog.
...and don't Google Map "North Bumble"...that's not a real place.