This past week’s weather was largely below zero. It was cold. We have been burning through the firewood (duh) and are now half way through the stored supply. For the previous eleven years, we never got half way through that even by the end of the season. The fire is on 24/7 these days. And I am OK with that. That is what it is for, after all. And I like the uneven radiant heat woodstoves produce versus the ‘false’ mini-climate that central heating provides. I like the bedroom colder, the living room warmer and the sense of being able to move from one temperature to another. So, it is good.
If there is a downside to this cold-spell it is that we don’t go out much. Of course, we go to town when we need to, get the wood in every three days or so when the indoor pile runs down and I go out to start the genset now and then but, generally speaking, I have reversed completely the ratio of indoor to outdoor time as compared to even the spring and fall.
“So, what the hell do you do all day, Dave?”
Good question. Usually, I laugh at that when people ask. We are usually so busy. They are wondering what a retired guy does on a remote island without a Starbucks to frequent. But I have answers. Usually. Not this time. It is a fair question and the only honest answer is ‘very little of anything’.
I should be grinding out book #2 but the muse hasn’t hit me. Don’t know where to go with that yet. We had guests for lunch Tuesday and that was a full afternoon of interesting give and take. I was going to pick up the ‘she-does-house-calls’ doctor (she is the best doctor I have ever experienced) on Wednesday but a heavy snowfall put postponement on that. We putz about on the computer. We read. We occasionally cook together. The day goes by pleasantly enough. But, make no mistake – we are in some kind of hibernation. We are definitely at a slow idle.
Well, I am. Sal is quilting, cooking, making arrangements behind my back for social events and the like (and then pretending that she consulted me). She goes to book club, the quilting bee and does the odd day at the post office. As she frequently points out, ‘a woman’s work is never done’. It is interesting to note that the moment I point out that something is ‘woman’s work’, she won’t do it so that is a mystery there still to be explained.
The really nice thing is that we never argue. Never bicker. I enjoy her company and she mine. People marvel at that but we seem to save common friction for construction matters. We conflict when building but rarely on anything else. Well, sometimes when cooking but cooking is nano-construction, in my opinion. Sal likes bland. I like spicy. The twain shall never meet.
“Dave, this is not blog-worthy!”
I know. And that is the point, really. We are not up to much that IS blog worthy these days. Our usual winters involve going somewhere warm. But every few years we stay home and things grind to a peaceful, rhythmic routine that is not uncommon out here. And that IS part of an off-the-grid blog report.
Just a dull part.