a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Saturday, February 7, 2009

3 AM

Why am I awake at 3AM? It seems to be happening more often than not. I know this is called the "Dead Time" but I have not been approached by spirits of any form.

What can this mean? Could it be I am just addicted to blogging? That I cannot sleep because I am full of anticipation for what may be posted in my ever widening world of blog?

My wonderful saviours of all things with power. All the poles had to be replaced. I can't even imagine the work ahead of them.

And here they go!

Friday, February 6, 2009

I Know!


How about some ice photos?


The sun still rose.


The Sun still set.
The animals were fed.
Life went on...At The Farm.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Can You Guess?


More ice pictures and a surprise at the end of them!

I am delighted! Y'all really missed me!


I shall tell a cold tale tonight.

I had hauled all the water for the evening from the spring and was ready to settle into my reading by candlelight.
I decided at that moment I needed to wash my hair, right then, right now, no waiting, no warming, I was going to get this done.
So I leaned over the bathtub with my two buckets of icy cold spring water. I picked up my homemade dipper made out of a milk jug and poured it over my hair.
Boooshh! That was cold.
I took a deep breath and told myself how tough I was and how dirty my hair was and went back to it. Pouring a generous amount of shampoo into my hand I preceded to lather up. Not bad, warming up now with the friction. Then time to rinse, okay, you can do this and you'll have it done.
I picked up my handy little scooper and dumped about a third of a gallon of still cold, still icy water on my head and tried to rinse. No luck! Too much shampoo...had to call the hubby for help.
I believe he was somewhat delighted with the prospect of being asked to pour cold water on my head. I can not imagine why!
He carefully dipped and poured with me giving directions. To the front, not down my back, only on the front of the head. He's says but your back is soapy too and I believe he was grinning. I am quickly trying to rinse all the shampoo out as he dips one more time! To the front I say as he delightfully lets it run all the way down my back!
Finally the third jug removes all the soap and I can hear my hair is squeaky clean.
Hubby says want me to rinse anything else?
I politely thank him and say I am taking this bath in stages and quickly wrap a towel around my head and run to the heat. Now, I know he is smiling and has really enjoyed torturing me.
Here is my surprise! A summer swim! It's coming soon. It has to!

Art By Ice





Wednesday, February 4, 2009

And There Was Ice, Ice, Ice

Andrew reintroduced himself to the outdoors. Out of school for a week, he read, played guitar and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows in Aunt Marcy's fireplace.
A natural disaster also holds its own beauty.

Princess was not concerned nor did she loose any weight.



The cats sought the sunshine.


The horses seemed small in this world of ice.

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