2021 Life Logs, Day 39: All is Quiet
Date: Monday, February 8, 2021
Weather: Sunny and Cold; High 30, Low 19 Degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA

Are you old enough to remember Dean Martin and Marilyn Maxwell singing Baby, It’s Cold Outside? I can’t remember the words, but I was humming that tune all day today. It was cold outside. Even though the sun was shining, the temperature didn’t get above freezing. So, yesterday’s snow is still frozen on the ground. When I headed out to take Shadow on his morning walk, I had to turn right around. The streets were a sheet of ice. We did walk in the crunchy snow around the cottage, in the woods, and down to the water. But even the geese looked frozen in place. I tried to catch the beauty of the ice in the trees and bushes as the sun came gleaming through. The photos don’t do justice to the real thing, however.

My strategy last night of going out every two hours to drive the car around the cul-de-sac that is my driveway and out onto the road worked as well as a snowplow. The snowplow keeping the roads scraped kept piling up big balls of snow where my driveway meets the street, but I would just drive through the piled up wet snow, back up, and drive forward again. And every time I did that, I totally cleaned the car off. By the time I went to bed the snow had stopped falling, so this morning I didn’t have to clean ice off the car or drive through big balls of frozen snow to get out onto the road.

I got some writing done today, but I had to end early as I had my annual physical exam. And then I had to pick up Ollie. When I took him home, Jed was getting ready to take the boys to Woods Hole to go sledding so Heather came home with me to check out the attic. Whatever was making all that noise last night evidently found its way out of the attic. Heather and I could find nothing up there and the noises have ceased. All is quiet.

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