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Good Morning From: Where the Air’s Cold, the Coffee’s Hot, and the Roads Ain’t Always Paved!
I have to tell you folks, she’s a cold one this morning here in cottage country. Rolling out of bed, the thermometer was sitting at -28.9°C (-20°F), and by the time I made my way to the woodworking shop, it had dropped even further to -32°C (-25°F)—the coldest morning so far this winter.
Weather for Port Loring, ON
Today:
Mostly sunny with clouds limiting the sunshine.
High: -6°C (21°F)
Low: -10°C (13°F)
Thursday:
Periods of snow, accumulating 2-4 cm. Breezy in the afternoon.
High: 0°C (33°F)
Low: -10°C (14°F)
A real taste of winter out there—stay warm, and if you can, keep the coffee hot and the fire going.
Highway 522 is snow-covered, which makes things slicker than a fresh-caught trout. With it being this cold, the salt ain’t doing much besides sitting there, looking useless. In some ways, that’s a good thing—at least it ain’t chewing through the old cars like a beaver on a pine log. But with what they’re spreading on the roads these days, a truck’s lucky to see its tenth birthday before it’s more rust than metal.
Damn shame, too, ‘cause they sure ain’t cheap to replace. Used to be a working man could save up and get himself a decent set of wheels. Now? You just about gotta sell a cow, a chunk of your back forty, and maybe your best fishing spot just to afford one. And they call this a great country we live in. Well, the land’s still great… but the folks running it? Let’s just say they could use a little more common sense and a little less hot air.
And for the locals, well they are handling the cold in their usual ways—some better than others. You’ve got the ones bundled up like they’re walking across the Arctic, only to waddle ten feet to the woodpile and declare it “too damn cold for this nonsense.” Then there’s the stubborn bunch, strolling around in a flannel shirt like it’s a breezy fall day, claiming, “Meh, seen worse.” Seen worse, sure—but that don’t mean frostbite ain’t creeping up on ‘em.
Truck/car batteries are dropping like flies, and you can hear the groans of engines that ain’t quite sure they want to wake up. Shovels are getting a workout, and snowblowers are roaring to life—well, the ones that actually do start. The rest are just sitting there, refusing to work like a teenager asked to take out the trash. And don’t even mention the outhouses—this is the kind of cold that makes a man/woman reconsider all their life choices before sittin’ down on that seat.
Even the wildlife ain’t sure what to do. The ravens are huddled together like they’re plotting a takeover of the nearest chimney, and the squirrels? They’re probably second-guessing burying half their stash three feet under the ice. But truth told—it’s just another day for us hardy folks!
On another note, yesterday my wife and I rolled up our sleeves and tackled the driveway and decks, clearing that fresh snow that piled up overnight. Took us most of the morning, and by the time we were finished, I figured we’d earned a good long rest. But, as it turns out, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Truth be told, we didn’t slow down much for the rest of the day. I was kept busy tending to the fires in both the shop stove and our old wood furnace, while my lovely wife was still at it—cleaning, cooking, and keeping everything running smooth as always. She never sits down for long that woman, no matter what is going on. There’s always something to do, and she’s got a way of getting it done without so much as breaking a sweat. It’s like she’s got a never-ending supply of get-up-and-go tucked away somewhere.
And when I think about it, I didn’t sit much either. Ended up heading out to the woodworking shop for a couple of hours, fiddling around with projects. So, I guess we weren’t really all that tired after all. Just needed a change of pace.
With that, I’m off for breakfast—waffles this morning, made by my lovely wife. Now, she’s got a real gift in the kitchen. Those waffles? They’re better than any fancy restaurant could serve, and I swear they taste even sweeter than they look—must be something in the air or maybe just the way she works her magic. After that, we’ll kick back with our hot cocoa and have our usual chat before the day starts.
Well actually—I guess the day’s already in motion—me writing away and her in the kitchen making sure everything’s just right. So yea!! Just another day in our little corner of the world, and so far, it’s a good one, at that.
You all have a great day now. Take it easy, keep that coffee hot, and if you’re lucky enough to be inside, stay warm!
“Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive!” GW