I know I’ve been talking about the weather a lot lately, trudging through the snow, climbing to the top of it, bundling up and taking it on by looking for the beauty in 30 below.
Well, we’re at the end of January now so I would like to take this opportunity, in the midst of another dangerous wind-chill advisory, to say ‘good riddance’ to the hardest and most brutal month of the year up here in the great white north.
I think we made it through just fine admiring the sundogs,
and the fluffy puppy,
eating egg rolls, throwing sledding parties
and climbing the frosted badlands.
But I feel now it’s time to confess the fact that all of those things did their best to distract me from going crazy in this cooped up state, but they did not succeed entirely.
I am afraid I might have hung on to a bit of that inevitable winter insanity.
But please, don’t judge me. Let me remind you that I’m still a woman living in an unfinished house, sharing my winter space with a good number of power tools and using a shop vac to complete the majority of my cleaning. And in a situation like this, unexpected additions to the decor and atmosphere pop up unexpectedly.
I mean, you try staying sane when you can be jolted from your sleep at any given moment by the excruciating and terrifying gun-shot like sound of the air-compressor shaking the house as it recharges in the loft.
You try remembering to unplug that thing when the only time it makes itself apparent is at 2 am! The dogs wake up and start a barking frenzy right before one of them pukes on the floor. The cats in the basement cling to the ceiling and you shake your husband, telling him that this time, you’re sure it’s a robber.
Or an alien.
You try keeping your cool as your knight in shining armor rolls over and falls back to sleep.
I mean, I always swear I”ll unplug that thing first thing in the morning. But in the morning all I can think of is coffee, and so the cycle continues as I make my way from the coffee pot my favorite chair, but not before I trip over that stack of cedar my husband decided to place in my path, sending me flailing forward as my coffee splays across the floor and I invent thirty-seven new curse words.
And those words are in addition to the ones I invented yesterday when I tripped over that same stack of wood three times.
I’m serious. It blends in. I get comfortable in my environment and I don ‘t find it necessary to look down. It’s a defect that I blame for the multiple times I’ve stepped the wrong way off of our front step and into the pit that will become our garage in the spring.
These types of outcomes are precisely the reason I’ve never been a furniture rearranging kind of person. Because I strongly believe that if you put something in its place, it should stay there.
My life, limbs and coffee, depend on it.
Anyway, I am blaming those miseries on my husband. But I will tell you, I’ve created plenty of my own this winter, starting with allowing our one and only barn cat to take up residence in our basement. I mean, it’s so damn cold out there and now that we’re not in the barnyard I felt she needed to be close by, you know, to take the pressure off of the dogs to keep wild cat occupied while keeping her diet in check by batting her away with a vengeance if she dares get too close to the food.
I’ve been questioning this arrangement, but it seems it’s too late. Last weekend I attempted to put that barn cat outside to enjoy the 40 degree day and before I even opened the door she managed to claw her way out of my grip and up to my shoulder before flinging her body off the top of my head and running for cover.
And so I’ve been warned. There’s no way in hell that cat is every leaving my basement–rain, snow, forty below or 80 above.
Allowing another animal into this house is not the weirdest mistake I’ve made this winter. No. A few days ago in my attempt to reach Husband I dialed the wrong number and asked a complete stranger if he planned to come home tonight. The man on the other end of the line sounded a lot like my husband, and, well, I didn’t appreciate his tone.
Turns out he didn’t appreciate mine either.
And then there was that time my car was making weird noises as I drove through the neighboring town, forcing me to pull over in the parking lot of Runnings where it became evident that when I put the thing in park it was going to ignore me and just kept rolling…and when I put it in reverse it sounded like it was going to blow up.
So I sat there with my foot on the brake for a half an hour while I waited for a tow truck to bring me to the mechanic and for Pops to come and save me and take me grocery shopping before bringing me 60 miles back home. I waited, car-less through the holiday season, only to get a call informing me they couldn’t find anything wrong with the vehicle, except, well, you know the thirty-seven rock chips in the windshield.
Yup, that really happened. It was an annoying Christmas miracle and I have spent every day since driving that car just waiting for it to blow up or something.
Oh, I know we all have little mishaps and results of poor judgement in our lives, I just think the annoyance is multiplied out here by the fact that we’re also cooped up and freezing. So I guess I decided to share them so we could laugh about while we dream about summer.
But I’ll I make sure to roll my eyes first.
And sometimes I might hollar “Really?! Really!” so don’t be alarmed.
Happy last day of January. I hope you made it through with your sanity.
If you need me, I’ll be looking for mine…
Bah humbug to January. Bring on the shortest month of the year and then can spring be far behind ? Wishing you warmth and clear roads.
People I know in Maine complain about the cold long winter. I say to them, this isn’t cold, you don’t know cold until you live in North Dakota, Montana, or even Nebraska. I have lived in all of these places and more. North Dakota is cold, dangerous cold. Keep warm, keep safe, keep your sense of humor and love. I have also lived in a construction zone. Before you know it you will be laughing about these days of “Winter Crazy”
Jessie ~ Greetings from Dickinson! I enjoy your website soooo much! You are such a hoot! I can really relate to you stories about the weather – hopefully February will be nicer to us! Keep on writing! Stay Warm!
Your blog is a bit of warmth in subzero january. Thanks for the great humor and photos!
Glad you made it through January!!
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I love how we North Dakotan’s say the sun is shining so it’s really not that bad at -20!!! I think this last cold blast was actually warmer than the first one – but the sun did NOT shine so it really did seemed colder! Oh such logic! We survived January!