Frozen

Today is Sunday. I know, way to state the obvious, Sarah. Why don't you tell them it's December, too. Or that it's winter. Actually, the fact that it's winter is very pertinent to my story. You see, today is Sunday, so at 11am we get all prettied up and go to church. It's 11:17 right now, and I'm sitting at home in front of my computer, and Rob is in bed. That brings me back to winter. Have you ever experienced a prairie winter? Last week we had a big snow storm, maybe even a blizzard, and it's been snowing and very cold ever since. According to the weather network, yesterday had a high of -35 with windchill taking it down to -50. Cold, right? This morning, the air (outside, of course) was filled with mist, a cold, penetrating mist. It coated everything during the night, making the whole city sparkly white. It's very pretty. And very cold. Would our car start so we could go to church? The remote car starter (a must in Edmonton) failed to start it, so I went outside to try it myself. After nearly wrenching the handle off in my efforts to open the door, I could barely even push down the clutch. The car is frozen solid. I managed to get a couple click-click-clicks out of it, but that was all. We're stuck at home. The sad thing is last winter some pranksters decided to cut the plug off our block heater, so we can't even plug in the car. I'm not quite sure what our options are. But for now, we'll stay here in our snug and warm home, and enjoy the view.




Happy winter!