He clears the fog from his brain, rolls over and says, "I suppose church is on the agenda for this morning." He knows the answer, so gets up and looks out the window and utters the first prayer of the day. "Oh God help us."
Then, gathering the essentials, he sits down on the bed and puts on his cotton socks and underwear, followed by his "long johns", a sweat shirt, long woolen socks, a fleeced hunting vest, and his quilted pants. Now venturing into the mud room, followed closely by Mrs. T., what happens next is remindful of those scenes, where the astronauts were helped into their space suits.
He puts on his felt lined snow boots followed by the winter parka. Then comes his stocking cap, personally knitted for him years ago by his mom. The Mrs ties up and adjusts the hood, cinches the various zippers and a velcro tab across the lower part of his face. He peers out through the narrow slit and shakes his head when she asks if he needs a scarf. "Gloves. I need gloves." Mittens and "choppers" would be better but he couldn’t find them . Hoping the snow blower will start, he steps out into the garage and opens the door looking out. A momentary shock. Its -15 below zero with a strong wind chill factor. That could be - 30 degrees something. There appears snow drifts on the driveway. Mrs T starts shoveling the sidewalk. He gets the snow blower going and heads out of the garage onto the driveway. Paraphrasing Bill the Idaho blogger.... Just another day in wild Minnesota.
He puts on his felt lined snow boots followed by the winter parka. Then comes his stocking cap, personally knitted for him years ago by his mom. The Mrs ties up and adjusts the hood, cinches the various zippers and a velcro tab across the lower part of his face. He peers out through the narrow slit and shakes his head when she asks if he needs a scarf. "Gloves. I need gloves." Mittens and "choppers" would be better but he couldn’t find them . Hoping the snow blower will start, he steps out into the garage and opens the door looking out. A momentary shock. Its -15 below zero with a strong wind chill factor. That could be - 30 degrees something. There appears snow drifts on the driveway. Mrs T starts shoveling the sidewalk. He gets the snow blower going and heads out of the garage onto the driveway. Paraphrasing Bill the Idaho blogger.... Just another day in wild Minnesota.
BRRRRR!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of winters in WI. Yet another reason to be glad to be in NC.
ReplyDeleteBTW: Coach Williams began last week's UNC game by holding up the famous four fingers and they ran the four corners offense in honor of Coach Smith.
Neat!
DeleteWell yeah.. it looks like home (Ontario, Canada). Only prettier somehow when it's somewhere else. ;)
ReplyDeleteWhat time did you get breakfast?
ReplyDeleteI love to see scenes like this but not when the're mine. Fortunately we've been spared weatherwise - so far.
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DeleteYou and Mrs. T are hardy souls ... I can't even imagine it now but when I lived in New Englad as a child I remember doors that were impossible to open because of the snow drifts on them !
ReplyDeleteAt least you have the necessary clothes and equipment for such weather. I would gladly trade you the two inches of ice we got for all your snow.
ReplyDeleteI like that. Dramatizing a process, some thing we do every day without out thinking about. Focusing in on the process. It doesn't change the process but how we perceive it. Very interesting. I wonder if thinking about things in this manner would change how we live?
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