Still Continues to snow fast, looks gloomy…
…Mrs Reid of Keysburg, Virg, with us, wood Scarce, difficult to get anymore…
…snow fast yet new snow about 3 feet deep, wind Southwest, no Sign of clearing off…
..and on the twelfth, fell in with some of the Indians, who treated us kindly, gave us Acorns…snowing fast, wind Northwest. Snow higher than the shanty, must be 13 feet deep, don’t know how to get Wood this morning…
…it is dredful to look at.
It’s been a rough and cold couple months, a winter of record.
It’s been a full-time job, maintaining against the season, but I think I finally got the hang of it.
I’ve been keeping the thermostat at a balmy seventy degrees…
…although somewhere inside the urban igloo there’s still a considerable draft coming in.
The most likely culprit? The air-conditioner installed in the eastern row of windows in the bedroom.
On particularly drafty nights, I cover the box up with spare towels right before crawling into bed.
Fresh food is scarce and getting scarcer.
I’ve been hoarding the remainder of my local produce, saving it for a special dinner…
…one final spaghetti squash and one last acorn squash called a carnivale.
Last week, the spaghetti squash’s stem snapped off all on its own, a sure sign that it doesn’t have much time left.
Over the last few days, the carnivale has been developing a waxy residue over its orange mottled ribs, one last defense against the inevitable mold.
I’ll have to eat them both soon or else they go to waste.
After that, it’s beans.
Maybe mom was right.
Maybe I should move west.