I posted the above photo on my Instagram on Tuesday and I swear I could hear the cackling from my “Yankee” friends. I’ve had my current car since April of 2012, but I didn’t know that a little snowflake appeared at freezing temps until now. Because, you know, it doesn’t get all that cold here normally (and I like it that way). We just don’t know what to do with weather in the teens (fun fact: we were one degree above the record low, which was set in 1886, the year the automobile was invented).
Before the cold weather arrived our local news stations ran stories with bullet points instructing us what to do. “Wear gloves and a scarf” was one of the bullet points. 🙂 Not kidding.
So anyway…school was out on Tuesday because of the cold (still not kidding) and we cranked up our gas logs. As of next month we’ll have been in this house for five years and I think we’ve only turned them on one other time. In fact, when I got ready to turn them on I texted Mr. Andi for a How-To since it uses a little remote thingy (with dead batteries, naturally), and he was … no help at all. Natural gas does involve plumbing, after all.
But I figured it out and we knocked the chill off in the living room and over the course of the next 24 hours I got over my fear that Nathan/Sarah Kate/Stella/Daisy would fall/jump/climb/reach into the fire and by Wednesday afternoon Sarah Kate and Nathan had created a new game. Of course, when I say “they” had created a game what I really mean is that Sarah Kate came up with an elaborate strategy based on height, width, and breadth of the flames achieved by blowing this way or that and Nathan sat in the chair next to her and blew.
We ventured out around lunchtime for an AFO fitting for Sarah Kate, followed by speech therapy for Nathan – that’s when I took the photo of my dashboard. And you know what? We didn’t wear gloves and scarves.