You know that crackling sound you hear as you toss a bucket of water to the ground when it’s so cold the water droplets freeze almost instantly as they hit?
If not, don’t worry. You aren’t missing too much.
Le sigh. Yes, we’re in a deep freeze around here. The weather girl said it was -19* with almost -40* windchill yesterday, and this morning 27 below zero actual temperature is what the news said. I didn’t see a thermometer dip quite that cold, but I’m still willing to believe it.
I tend to worry, worry when it gets like this — even though there’s nothing I can do to change the weather.
I worry about the morale of our employees and whether everyone is warm enough and properly clothed. I worry about the animals, especially the baby calves, even though I’ve got a healthy, happy bunch so far this winter.
Doesn’t this expectant mama look happy and smug with her frosty whiskers?
The sun is deceptive… it’s chilly today!
I took this just 5 nights ago when it was still above 30* as we put out calf bottles for the evening feeding. Extreme weather swings I do say.
And, I worry about myself. I worry about my own ability to endure another bitterly cold day and keep a smile on my face. Attitude, my 2013 word, is definitely everything.
And an attitude of God’s grace and peace is what I’m really leaning on these days.
My head and even my heart believe this, but it’s still hard to keep my tingling fingers and toes remembering it at the end of the day.
Speaking of, anyone know anything about purple toes?
My feet have been typically chilly, but my left baby toe was an ugly purple, later changing to angry red last night. Now it’s just swollen and appears to be blistering.
I’ve even taken to running my treadmill miles sans socks lately because I can hardly get my shoes over my swollen toes. I need to track down the few pairs of extra thin ones I have, but I think they’re still buried in moving boxes.
I’ve decided I’m morally opposed to posting an ugly picture of my feet, but I suspect at least the one toe has frostbite. Do I just baby it and try to keep it warm, or do I need to go in and see a doc?
I suppose that’s what the nurse helpline is for!
And that’s probably enough about the cold. I will say that I’m incredibly grateful for my new employee so I don’t have to go it alone at night with the calves, and for my new treadmill that’s letting me run in climate-controlled comfort. (Even though it’s making me wimpy about getting outside when I probably could.)
Soon enough it will be July, and I’ll be lamenting the 90 degree heat and humidity. Isn’t that how it goes?