Friday, March 2, 2012

F-f-freeeezing...

This is the fourth day of howling wind, and this morning it seems to be finding every little crack in the Secret Lair, or possibly making new ones. Fire's been burning for four hours, and only now my fingers have stopped hurting. It's not even that cold out, just a little below freezing, but I swear the wind chill factor must be hovering somewhere in the negative skillions.

Naturally, this morning the propane bottle decided to go dry, because why would it do that on a mild morning? Never has before. Shiver.

Got a late start on the 'pooter this morning, because the clouds rolled in thick just as the sky was starting to lighten. By an hour ago it was clear. You just can't trust the weather to do anything in particular - not in winter you can't.

So now I'm trying to work up the gumption to go shit-shoveling, after spending the morning pacing, rubbing my hands, and wishing for central heat. Those of you who rhapsodize about "off-the-grid" living: Try it for a few months or years. Yeah, overall I prefer it. But once in a while it ain't no rose garden.

I'm really ready for Spring now. I really should go: More later.

1 comment:

MamaLiberty said...

Indeed... having no central heat in any form makes me very appreciative for my snug log home. Wind was roaring yesterday enough to make starting a fire in the wood stove a challenge... the wind blows DOWN the pipe and can snuff a small fire fast. And I've actually gone back to bed for a while after starting the fire a few times because my fingers were too cold to type.

And I don't even want to think about what life would be without reliable electricity. AGGG

Hang in there. :) You make my life seem down right luxurious.