Last Thursday, the 2-4" of snow they predicted measured at 12"+. Friday, the winds started and our already-low temps dipped waaaay down. Saturday - wash, rinse, repeat. But with more wind and lower temps. Sunday morning dawned at -20 and I had such a bad case of cabin fever, that I scrunched out, started the car (which made some very strange noises) and let it warm up for 15 minutes before braving the elements and meeting my Breakfast Club boys at the firehouse. They have missed me because I bring the real deal maple syrup.
I was very concerned about the ducks making it through this relentless cold - I had to go out every two hours to bring them water, as their water froze in about 30 minutes. I was planning to move them in with the chickens - and to hell with the mess - but they would have none of that. So we slogged on and made it through. And let's not talk about the inside of the chicken coop - The Alps of Frozen Chicken Poop. Can't wait for the 50 degree weather this weekend. You all know what I'll be doing...
The dogs levitated over the frozen deck and did their business in record time. Even PB left his fleece coat on for more than an hour. Lovey burrowed into the blankets on the sofa and didn't move. All I saw were a wrinkled brow and worried eyes. Me? I planted myself under my wool lap rug, wearing my birthday Woolrich blanket wrap (LOVE it, Sylvie!) and knitted. I finished my earwarmer, a pair of crunchy wool mittens, and one of my socks, all while binge-watching knitting podcasts. It was a Knit-o-Rama Extravaganza. The only other thing I did was make soup and put fifteen layers on and then took them off, several times a day. It was grueling. I also went through 15# of birdseed.
|Some beautiful 'crunchy' yarn I won|
at Theresa's giveaway.
|Hitting me with the Cute Eyes|
|ALL the bones are his!|