As The Crow Flies

We have about 2 feet(.60 meters) of snow here. Yesterday it got down to 5 degrees F (-15 C), but now things are warming up. I was hoping for a, “Oh no, I hope I don’t die” kind of winter. So far things have been too comfortable for my comfort.

I had a little dog stay with me last weekend. She was really sensitive to cold, so she wasn’t much of a walking companion, but she did show an astute appreciation for 800 fill down during the night. She belongs to the neighbor that asked me to house sit. I told him I didn’t want to house sit, but I would take care of his dog at my cabin while he was away. I think the dog will be coming again next week.

I asked the library to mail me some exercise videos. The other night, I was exercising away in my small cabin, to a woman that was so cheerful she seemed to be a satire of an exercise instructor, when–”bang!”– I backed in to the large pot I keep on the wood stove and 8 gallons of hot water soaked my cabin. The pot is now dented and the lid doesn’t fit on it anymore.

Too many Netflix videos and copious hours on the internet have pushed me over the line of being an observer to being a participant. Society is entertaining and interesting but I don’t want to be part of it; I just want to be amused by it. Good thing my solar system is starting to fail; I spend too much time with this laptop.