I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint,
and the cowardly feeble resolve.
It is 6:00 in the morning as I sit here writing this story. My feet are resting on the cold hardwood. The chill that creeps slowly up my legs reminds me that I should get off my butt, then head down and throw some wood in the hungry woodstove. One last sip of my coffee slides smoothly over my lips. Down into the dungeon of cold I head.
There is only one thing to blame for these frigid temperatures, and that would be me. I should have been a bit more specific when I kept begging for winter and snow. The last few months we have basked in warm temperatures, rain and mud, I complained. Yes, complained. The “powers that be” must have listened, and decided to give me what I wanted, winter came and it snowed. I honestly just wanted to go snowshoeing. I did not want to have to pull on so many layers that I cannot even get my leg up into the tractor. Was that so wrong? Should I apologize to all of you suffering in the cold?
We could call the event that blew in over a week ago, consisting of blowing snow and creating such havoc on the highways a real snowstorm, but I called it a tease. I have to say I was expecting a lot more product at the end of such a loud boisterous storm. At the very most we only have about five inches of snow, which covered that mud nicely.
Covered it, but it did not keep it from making itself known and create a problem while feeding the cows. The tractor tires had dug themselves deeper into the ground with every trip I had made. Four-wheel drive turned out to be my best friend. There is certainly not a problem about sinking this last week. There are now, big gigantic frozen ruts where I can drive, and let us just say I will never go off course. The problem now would be to change direction. Yes indeed, be careful what you wish for.
Yesterday, the constant winds were our problem. It was -30 degrees Celsius with the wind chill. That may not sound too bad especially to a “special” someone who now lives in Regina. Rumour has it that it was -41 degrees Celsius with the wind chill there. My sympathies go out to the poor farmers and the people out there, the ones who work outside no matter what the weather. It goes to show you that you have to be tough to live in the prairies. I probably look like a big whiner here in Ontario. Those tough prairie people are thinking right now, what a wimp she is. Look at the balmy weather she is complaining about.
My Hero while leaving for work yesterday, made a point to shout out, “Dress warm the wind is cold” I shouted back “OK I will.” The sound of the door slamming echoed through the house. The windy, blustery no doubt freeze your ear off monster, had obviously pushed past My Hero, around the open door, raced down the hall and into my warm bed. I pulled the comforter over my head. To stay in that bed huddled under my down comforter and sleeping the day away had crossed my mind. I lingered, but then I thought about Bossy2 and the girls, they would be waiting.
Before climbing into my tractor every morning I always greet her with words of encouragement to start. Yesterday those words that spilled over my lips instantly froze, fell to the ground and shattered. She started up, even without hearing them. No complaints there. As usual I did make it out into those blustery cold winds, and I did drive in those ruts, and I did not even try to turn into a different direction. I delivered that hay to Bossy2 and the girls right on time.
They were happy to see me. They have never doubted that I will always be there to feed them. There was the usual sharing of hats, but not for too long. Bossy2 understood that I needed the hat. After all it did not even cover her ears. I went snowshoeing and darn near froze.
This morning, while throwing the wood in that hungry woodstove down in the cold dungeon, I thought about what the weather was going to be like beyond the door. My Hero shouted down the stairs, “The wind has died down” and that sounded good enough to me. The door slammed shut and we both started our own day.
There is enough snow to go snowshoeing so why should I complain. At least I do not live in cold, cold Regina right now. You have to be tough to live in Regina. Now that Ontario girl transplanted in Regina is freezing whenever she ventures outside, but she is happy. I have to say right now, I will stick with my -30C days and be happy too.
Well, the sun is up and this wimpy Ontario girl, best put down the pen and get out there, to chop ice and feed those cows. I am sorry if it was my complaining that brought these unusual frigid winter conditions. The sun is coming up I have to get out there. Keep warm in Regina you Ontario girl and continue to be happy.