Cart

COLD

February 7, 2014 2 Responses Posted in:

It’s the kind of cold where you have to wear a down jacket and gloves to the office,
and a mad bomber hat to bed.

It’s the kind of cold where the pets decide, “Screw you, I will NOT go out there.
I’m going to pee on the floor”.

It’s the kind of cold where you dry your hair in front of the wood stove
because you have frost on the bathroom outlet.

It’s the kind of cold where you seriously consider burning your rocking chair for more heat.

 

You wonder how Laura Ingalls Wilder did it.

You wonder how we got so damn soft over the years.

You wonder whose brilliant idea it was to work and live in an 1880 historic brick building that has no insulation and a negative R value.

 

Then you remember…right, that was me.

You remind yourself that the ice patterns on the cracked single pane glass windows really are beautiful.

And that living in these Northern climes gives us bragging rights.

Bragging about what, I’m not really sure.

 

But when the thermometer reads FORTY DEGREES BELOW zero,
we are reminded that we are not in control.

It allows us to feel a little danger in our lives.

And somehow, when the temps rise again, and they will…

…we will feel just a little bit stronger. web design history

2 Responses

  1. Jerry Mullen
    Jerry Mullen - February 7, 2014 at 6:00 pm - - Reply

    Sarah,
    It’s funny, I was laying in bed last night thinking about the festival sight and what it’s like out there at 30 below!

  2. Tamra Carmicle
    Tamra Carmicle - March 11, 2020 at 2:50 pm - - Reply

    Hi,Very much enjoyed this article.. I too use to go to our local dump( my parents took us there to view bears.. and on the off days(bears are sooo lazy) we were allowed to scramble for treasures..ahh the good days).I so much appreciate your candor and humor.. Life is tough stuff but why add fuel to the fire with a bad attitude. I very much agree that tough times can put things in a different perspective which can be such a great tool to plow through the malarky life throws you. My Dad died when I was a teenager and so I too understood what was really of true value at a young age.. for this I am forever grateful.You might want to consider comedy if this blog thing doesn’t work out. Thanks again for sharing .

Leave a Reply

*