We take this opportunity to post to the blog during a brief break when the weather has allowed us to finally feel our fingers again -- the temperature has two digits! -- before we plunge again into temperatures better suited to four-footed animals with several woolly layers. In addition to having all our body parts thawed out, we are thrilled to be able to see out our windows again.
One of the "perks" of living in an old home is that in some ways it allows you to have much closer access to nature. When the temperature outdoors reaches below 10 degrees or so, for instance, the ice that makes such a spectacular show outside moves right in with us. It coats the interior of the windowpanes, preventing us from seeing much of anything.
We feel like fish whose pond has been partially frozen over, and who can see only dimly the shapes that move above them. As the sun warms the windows, gradually small spots of window appear, ice-free, causing great excitement among us.
One of us: Look! I think I see a tree!
The other one (squinting): I think it's a dog.
One of us: Are you SURE?
The other: Unless trees squat...
Were we true pioneers, I'm sure we could come up with some useful application for this ice ("Carefully dislodge the window ice and place in a clean bag made of cow udder to apply to extreme aches in the head"). But we are not true pioneers. We would prefer to have a clear separation between us and nature.
At least the ice seems confined to the windows. At least we have running water coming out of the faucet. At least my fingers are still nimble enough to typ -- I mean tye -- o noooo
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