Simple Pleasures, #17
I know that I’m in the minority here, but I enjoy cold snaps. They’re memorable. I remember the last time it got crazy cold for a minute. The shelves were empty at the grocery store as though the weather-pocalypse were upon us. I had a brand new car… and Colby decided to “help” me by scraping the ice off my windows… with a metal spatula… that scratched the crap outta them. Other than that nettling occurrence, it was fun. I got sent home early from work, everyone forgot how to drive, and in the quiet, we all hunkered down inside and made soup in our warm socks and watched movies. This time, I’m layering a toddler within an inch of her life so she looks like a more fashionable version of the michelin man, albeit a very small version that is incapable of putting her arms down at her sides… reminiscent of Ralphie’s little brother. The bathroom sink sings quietly, a tune that with words would probably sound something like, “Don’t freeze up, pipes don’t burst, please don’t freeze, ice is the worst!” Our pier and beam house is a sitting duck to these sorts of nuisances. No matter how many pairs of wool socks I have on, my feet are going to be cold. But… I like it! I mean, Monday it was 80 degrees, Tuesday it was 30. How’s THAT for excitement?! Last night’s dinner? An inspiration to stay warm and snuggly: Parmesan-ancho-ale soup with roasted potatoes and zucchini bobbing around in it. Gimme a break… tell me you’d be interested in that when it’s 150 degrees out!
