I’ve always lived in the western suburbs of Chicago and we Midwesterners are a pretty tough bunch. This subzero stuff happens to us pretty often and we’re generally equipped to deal. But today is a new level of crazy cold.
When I woke up this morning it was -27 actual temperature! Last night I left faucets trickling and cabinet and vanity doors open to allow warm room air to get to the pipes.
I felt like I was taking my life into my hands just going to the end of the driveway to retrieve the papers this morning. Apparently frostbite can occur in two to five minutes when wind chills are -55. Doctors on the morning news shows were telling us not to take deep breaths outside as it can cause lung damage!
As you can tell because I’m blogging I made it back inside safely. And I won’t even have to go out again for the mail because they’ve suspended our postal service today.
Come on Spring!
This view is from my front porch yesterday morning.
I’m not exactly grateful for the snow on top of snow, but I am grateful that I have a Toro snowblower and that hubby made sure I knew how to use it! Sometimes my new neighbors, Christian and Gaelle, offer to shovel for me but it’s not too bad with the snowblower.
I’m grateful that my car started with no problem this morning as Dave and I are going to the gym soon. Yes, we are that dedicated as it is 2 degrees F. out! And I would feel bad if his trainer was there and we didn’t show as then she won’t get paid…
I have warm gloves and coats and am grateful for my Bearpaw boots! And later I’ll be grateful for my Instant Pot as I’m going to make butternut squash soup and maybe Italian beef for hot sandwiches.
Tomorrow we are expecting daytime highs of about 15 below so we are not going anywhere on Wednesday. Maybe not even to the mailbox by the street!
This…even if it’s tough!
…and today would have been my husband’s birthday…
We’re all still adjusting to this newer, emptier life (at least for me) but we are getting through the days. The nights are a little harder.
After more than 38 years with someone wonderful by your side I guess it’s natural to be lost. And he was wonderful, truly the love of my life. When I met him he was divorced with three children to support. A dream come true, right? I used to joke that when he said he had bills, I thought he meant green ones and that’s why I married him!
The truth is we were so head over heels for each other that nothing could have kept us apart. He was the best husband and father, working two jobs for a long time to support us. He said he was fascinated with electricity when he was young and knew from the time he was about eight that would be his career. He was from rural Tennessee and enlisted in the Navy, getting a chance to be an electronic tech and then later going to school on the GI Bill and eventually became an electronic engineer.
This year the grief is still very fresh, but I’m grateful my three sons will be over tonight with their families and we are planning to eat pizza and drink their dad’s favorite Merlot and probably share some funny stories. And we’ll get through another first this year and keep moving forward…
Covering my eyes…