Monday, January 28, 2019

Hunkering Down

Last I checked, there were 193 schools, businesses and community/government offices closed today in our area.    Cold and snow, snow and cold, with high winds to complicate it all.   We are likely to all be back out on the roads a few days before we really want to be, but it doesn't look like it will be today.     I sent my snow guy a message telling him I'd rather pay him twice than have him outside for as long as it would take to shovel my whole driveway.   It is brutal out there; the cold wind, especially,  is terrible.  Jack has gone out to shovel twice already, but can't stay out more than a few minutes because of the wind. 

There was a single junco at the feeder this morning, braving the wind and trying to dig out the sunflower seeds and eat them before they blew away.  Inside, though, we are cozy warm and breakfasted on french toast, bacon and coffee.     

Winter in mid and northern Michigan is beautiful, at  least from the inside out.  But it can be dangerous; we've seen reports in the past week of two people, one young and one older, who died of exposure after wandering from their vehicles and not finding their way back in time, despite short distances of less than a quarter mile.   We have a lot of woods and wilderness here, and too many people who don't know how to use a map and compass or dress for the weather.

This old fool is content to snuggle up next to my husband as we sit by a roaring fire and watch the blowing snow through the window while I house-hunt on the internet.  I feel fortunate, indeed.   

1 comment:

Barbara said...

I once read a “Drama in Real Life” about a young woman whose car stalled in a winter like you’re descriibng. She had to walk some distance for help and wasn’t dressed for the weather. The story was about her nearly freezing to death and only survived because someone found her near-frozen solid body on their front porch. It sure made a believer out of me when it comes to cold weather. Glad to know you’re warm and dry. That weather sounds brutal, even for you folks who know winter weather. We’re just babies here in the Pacific Northwest, and we start whining early and often.