This morning Roger heard the following forecast: The current temperature was 4 degrees. The high today would be 9 degrees. It was supposed to be really cold ALL WEEK, and then on Friday, it was going to get even colder! Can I please go back into my cave now?
I spent today a lot like I spent yesterday. Here's what I did on new year's day: I slept late. Made a cup of English Breakfast tea. Sat around and sipped it. Bundled up and put on about ten layers of clothing, including two pairs of jeans. Took the dog out for a long winter's walk. We went for over an hour. I watched her for signs of discomfort, but the cold doesn't seem to bother her. She climbs over snow banks, buries her snout down into the snow to try to dig up god knows what---her favorite thing is chomping on turdcicles--and continues trotting down the icy street with a spring in her step.
The cold doesn't get to me either, since I am wearing twice my weight in clothing. I shuffle over the snow like a giant weebil. When everything is so white and frigid, the world is blanked out and it's easy to lose a sense of time. Cheri and I are just specks in a big cold void that doesn't contain anything and can't be measured by anything.
My little Nokia cell phone holds music, and has its own speaker, so I stick the phone in my coat pocket and listen to the tunes it shuffles for me: a delightful mash, everything from the Throwing Muses, the Smiths, Bjork, Nick Drake, Beck, the Beatles, REM, Al Green, Ariel Pink, the Verve, Cat Stevens, Neil Young, Donovan, Modest Mouse, Bob Dylan. I have found that Dylan always hits the spot in a bleak winter landscape. Today as I was walking, Englebert Humperdink began crooning, "Winter World of Love".
After the long walk, it was time for more tea and a delicious lunch of crackers and the salmon my sister sent me. Then I worked on making my first ever homemade chicken broth. Removing meat from bones exhausts me, so after I had pulled the white and dark meat off the chicken, I collapsed upstairs and watched an old Christmas show from the 70's I have on VHS, called The house without a Christmas tree.
For supper on new year's day I made a lasagna. Tonight, I made chicken noodle soup using the homemade chicken stock. The other day I made bierocks. Winter is a time to do lots of cooking, boil lots of water for tea and drink lots of wine. I've been doing all three, happily.
Yesterday evening we went to Blockbuster and picked out some movies. Last night was the kids' choice: The Water Horse, about the legend of the Loch Ness monster. Some really cool scenery of Scotland and vintage interiors in that movie. Tonight it's our choice: Gandhi. Sure it's a three hour movie, but it's snowing and there is no place to go, so who cares?