What?
It was so cold there was a power failure in the suburb where the kids' swimming lessons were supposed to start tonight.
Four thousand people don't have power, including the swimming school.
No power usually = no heat.
That's not right. It's all kinds of wrong. That's just too cold.
That's like the icy blasts of Wisconsin farms in the winter when I was a kid. It was pretty, no doubt about that, big light over the driveway, snow crunching under out boots, how warm and yellow lights of home were and the barn was inside, sleek cows and the giant farm dog with his bulked up winter coat, panting and having to go outside again.
But dang.
Or walking to school over the freeway bridge where the air was so cold it caused an ice-related tickly cough. My fondest wish was for one of those utterly ugly coats where the hood zips out into a skinny tube like an arctic explorer.
Remember how your hands itched and stung when they thawed out after recess?
I hate winter so much.
Today Dannell stopped by with her littlest guys and they hung out laundry on a clothesline and it was 72 degrees and sunny in the family room.
Happy New Year. love always, Val
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