As is my new custom, I’m sitting at the table looking out the big window at the winter weather, and I’m sweating. The new stove is amazing, but way too large for my little cabin. A wealth of heat is not necessarily a bad thing, but having the cabin feel like a too-hot summer is a little disconcerting.
I open one of the windows a little more, since all the windows that can open, are already open. I’m greeted with sounds that are both welcome and unwelcome at the same time. The sound of snow and ice dripping off of the roof is nice, but the sound of freezing rain is unpleasant. I woke to a half-inch of ice covering everything. I can also hear the small rushing stream out back. It typically only flows in the spring, but now it sounds like constant traffic. It’s eerily out of place.
Around noon I went out and started my car. I wanted to get as much ice off as possible before the second round of sleet and freezing rain began. It was only a little below freezing, but because it was thick and took me most of an hour with the defroster and an ice scraper. The radio playing in the car told me to stay off the roads for unnecessary travel, but I was out of beer. » Continue Reading.