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GreyBirch of Sleet
Jan. 14th, 2024 10:23 pmI'm running wild with my old people privilege here, talking about the weather non-stop. But really, it is pretty much all about the weather right now. I scoffed at the notion that it was going to snow some more last night, when an eerie stillness lay over the land while the pale glow off the sparkly drifts made the night brighter than usual. This morning, I got up and opened the door to check--as I do somewhat obsessively these days--and oof! All the spaces cleared yesterday were drowned in drifts again. There was another six inches piled atop the car, I swear. I closed the door and crept back into the house. Not ready to deal with that before I had a cup of really hot tea!
We watched church on TV, because it was clear that we were not going anywhere. This is a trial for both of us, because I usually find the music and the sermon objectionable, and being in the privacy of my own home, there's nothing but my very limited self-control to stop me from complaining out loud. But I did admire the tenacity of the people who actually made it to church. Finally we pulled ourselves together, and the Sparrowhawk went into the living room to play the piano, and I put on my boots and layers and went out to shovel, again. Our good neighbor Irish had snowblowered our sidewalk while he was doing his driveway, but then he had gone back inside. I imagine his battery ran down extra quick because it was SO COLD. At least the snow was fluffy this time instead of heavy and wet, but the wind kept blowing it back in my face! My ears and fingers tingled painfully with the cold. I got everything done but the bit at the end of the driveway. That was as much as I could handle, and I went back inside to warm up. The Sparrowhawk went out later and finished off that section. Not that it will help much when the plow comes through! If it ever does . . . .
I'm making a serious effort to stay off the internet more. Having to shovel snow every morning is certainly helpful in that regard. Once inside, I occupied myself with cutting up two or three pounds of pork loin and sauteeing it a little with two onions, three apples, some sage, and the last of my artisanal multi-colored carrots from the farmers market. Then I added some beef broth and leftover apple cider and put it in the oven. I wanted to be ready for the pot luck, in case it wasn't canceled, but much to my relief, it was. We now have some very nice pork with sage and apples. Later I made some noodles to go with it. I spent an hour or two actually putting words on paper before dinner, and avoided internet rabbit holes.
We meant to take the tree down today . . . but the Sparrowhawk confessed that he didn't really want to . . . so we've given it a reprieve until Wednesday, maybe. It is a lovely and mysterious presence that stands between us and the frozen wastes, still twinkling with tiny hopeful lights.
We watched church on TV, because it was clear that we were not going anywhere. This is a trial for both of us, because I usually find the music and the sermon objectionable, and being in the privacy of my own home, there's nothing but my very limited self-control to stop me from complaining out loud. But I did admire the tenacity of the people who actually made it to church. Finally we pulled ourselves together, and the Sparrowhawk went into the living room to play the piano, and I put on my boots and layers and went out to shovel, again. Our good neighbor Irish had snowblowered our sidewalk while he was doing his driveway, but then he had gone back inside. I imagine his battery ran down extra quick because it was SO COLD. At least the snow was fluffy this time instead of heavy and wet, but the wind kept blowing it back in my face! My ears and fingers tingled painfully with the cold. I got everything done but the bit at the end of the driveway. That was as much as I could handle, and I went back inside to warm up. The Sparrowhawk went out later and finished off that section. Not that it will help much when the plow comes through! If it ever does . . . .
I'm making a serious effort to stay off the internet more. Having to shovel snow every morning is certainly helpful in that regard. Once inside, I occupied myself with cutting up two or three pounds of pork loin and sauteeing it a little with two onions, three apples, some sage, and the last of my artisanal multi-colored carrots from the farmers market. Then I added some beef broth and leftover apple cider and put it in the oven. I wanted to be ready for the pot luck, in case it wasn't canceled, but much to my relief, it was. We now have some very nice pork with sage and apples. Later I made some noodles to go with it. I spent an hour or two actually putting words on paper before dinner, and avoided internet rabbit holes.
We meant to take the tree down today . . . but the Sparrowhawk confessed that he didn't really want to . . . so we've given it a reprieve until Wednesday, maybe. It is a lovely and mysterious presence that stands between us and the frozen wastes, still twinkling with tiny hopeful lights.
