It is certainly a cold winter day. The sun is shining brightly on me as I sit at my desk, shining right in my eyes actually which can make it just a bit difficult to see properly. My fault for waiting until afternoon to write this instead of doing it in the morning like I had planned in the first place, but no, I had to go and do something else first which I only finished just a few minutes ago, as usual it took much longer than I anticipated to finish that little job which should have gone much quicker but for me nothing is quick anymore it seems as everything seems to go along in slow motion and sometimes I have to spend a lot of time thinking about things as I do them because things just don’t work out the way I had planned and so an alternate plan then needs to come into play and sometimes that also does not work out as planned so I have to try a third option and if that doesn’t work then it is time for me to pull my hair, jump up and down, bang my head against the wall, roll on the floor and and….AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m calm. This was one of those days. Sigh. It is cold. Very cold. We have now finished two months of winter. And it is cold. Time for the long underwear, and two sweaters, thick warm socks, and slippers. But when I go outside, then I dress warmly. In this kind of weather it takes so long to dress for going out that I really don’t feel like going out once I have gotten dressed to go out and I have so many clothes on that it is hard to even move around. If I ever fall out there dressed like that I will never be able to get up again. So I get dressed to go out and feed the birds and it is hard to bend my legs to step up onto the box and then try to stretch out to put food on the feeder, it’s just not easy. Then I come back inside and get all those heavy clothes off and it’s time to do it all over again. Sigh. It is just too cold. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to put that bird feeder ten feet off the ground. I mean really, what town would have such a bylaw as that? This one. Amazing. It’s just too cold. Good weather to stay indoors, wrapped in a blanket, and drink COFFEE! Muffin agrees. Except for the COFFEE part. So she is wrapped up and sleeping, as close to the heater as she can get. That’s where I put her chair. Yes, she has her own chair. Wasn’t really meant to be that way, but she decided it was going to be that way. Just fed the birds again, they will be leaving soon, heading off to their nightly perch, wherever that is. It is just way too cold. Much like that day dad and I were out looking for insulators on that frozen pond. Still can’t believe dad suggested that. I left off right when that loud crack occurred. The look on dad’s face was priceless. He used to get that look a lot when we were out together. Not sure why. The water came up quite fast and turned the snow to slush which isn’t really a nice picture when out on the pond so far from shore. And the snow was actually fairly deep along the path I took out to the crossarms, and dad followed my path. I was actually quite amazed at how fast dad managed to turn around and run through that deep snow back to the safety of shore. I decided to take a wide circle around that spot and got safely back to shore. Dad hands me the axe and says, “take this back with you”. Back where, said I. When you go back out to get those crossarms, said dad. Forget it, said I, I will go to the next bunch instead. Fine, said dad. Off I went. The snow wasn’t quite so deep out to the next bunch of crossarms. There was five of them sticking out of the ice. Still not sure why they were out there like that in the first place. Oh well. Frozen solid, I yelled back. Chop them out with the axe, yelled dad. Right. Out in the middle of the pond. Sigh. So I started chopping. I thought I heard something so turned back toward shore. Dad was up to his chest in the snow waving to me. Odd, I thought, but I waved back, then went back to my chopping. Suddenly, splash, the axe went through to the water, and I almost dropped it. But the crossarms were free so I hauled them out onto the ice. Heard dad yelling so I looked back to where he was standing. At least I thought he was standing. He was now waving both arms frantically and yelling to me to come help him. I brought a couple of the crossarms with me. Are you stuck?, I asked. No, said dad, I just decided to jump in this hole to keep warm. Dad could be quite sarcastic at times. Dig me out, said dad. How? We have no shovel, I said. Maybe I could use the axe, I said, and started digging. You should have seen the look on dad’s face. BONEHEAD, don’t use the axe, he yelled. Odd that he would be enjoying this. Finally got down to his stomach. That’s why you can’t get out, I said, pointing to his stomach. HA. HA. Said dad. Here, I will put this crossarm across the hole and maybe you can help pull yourself out, said I. Good idea, said dad. So I slid it across the snow. THWOCK! Oops, sorry about that. Got dad right on the side of the head. The look on his face, amazing. I moved the crossarm in front of him. Wait, said dad, my glasses fell off in the snow. You lose those glasses a lot, said I, good thing I’m here to help you. Yeah, said dad, I might not get hurt otherwise. Not sure what he meant by that. It is just sooo cold! Think I better stop and continue next time. I hope you all had a great Christmas! I probably won’t be back until next year so enjoy your New Year’s and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.