"Now is the winter of our discontent." – attributed to Wilson

The last thing anyone wants for Christmas is a parent/triathalon training/recent vacation/or dog owner story, but I have one I can't shake. This is as good a place as any to dump it on you.
It's cold here, as it is in many places in the USA. Deep freeze stuff. Last I looked it was -37 degrees Fahrenheit with the wind chill. Fun fact, did you know at -40 Fahrenheit it's -40 Celsius?
Cold.
My only outside activities involved shoveling the driveway and picking my daughter up from the airport. Relatively easy stuff. I have been up north to Green Bay for Packer games where temperatures were dangerously low, so I have some gear. Multiple layers, heavy gloves, and boots to start. It's a little hard to maneuver, but since one has to keep skin exposure to a minimum you do what you have to do.
A feature of my modern life is indoor plumbing. Some 200 years ago this idea went from being only something the ultra wealthy lived with to me learning how to fix a leaky toilet via Youtube. On days like today I think, "thank goodness I don't have to do my business in an outhouse."
Wilson the Amazing Border Collie may live in the time of indoor plumbing, but he can't figure it out. The day started with him taking his customary biscuit out to the porch where he turned around and headed back inside before I had shut the door. I coaxed him out briefly as I shoveled, but it was still too cold to pee because he deferred to the second half.
I have a smart coat for him and some fashionable dog sledding booties. That worked for a short trip to the bushes, but I'm told it's still too cold to conduct serious business.
We don't get above freezing for another 5 days. As exceptional as Wilson the ABC is, the odds are not in favor of waiting this out. Too many rich holiday snacks and leftovers for a hunger strike.
Somethings gotta give.
Keep the old man in your thoughts. He won't be shaking free from my head for a while. I'd keep you updated, but I can hear my lovely bride's voice in my head, "Greg. Stop."
So I will.
Happiest of Holidays to you and yours from me and mine!
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