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.
