Go away, Elsa

Today’s post is brought to you by the Doctor Who Christmas special, bountiful leftovers, and firewood.

This is the third day of frigid temperatures here. robinson hollowThis morning’s ‘feels like” temp is -10. I think it’s actually 4°.
The forecast says much of the same for days to come. I feel like the goats could really use some pajamas right now.
Indoor temp was barely 50° when I woke up at 5:30. Three hours later it’s 57°.

As if I didn’t have enough anxiety entering my dreamworld, I’m now having nightmares where we run out of firewood.

I have to leave the house this afternoon for a dr’s appointment, shopping, and library stop. It’ll be nice to be inside where it’s actually warm but while we’re out, the woodstove won’t be fed and the temp will drop inside again. How annoying.

robholI need a babysitter for the woodstove.

Despite the cold, I’m enjoying the school break with my offspring. Mostly with the older offspring who are home from college. The younger two are driving me, each other, and everyone else bananas. There’s plenty to do so it’s not entirely a matter of them being bored. I think they just enjoy being chaos creators. Their break can’t end soon enough. How did I ever home school?

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All photos by @mae.lillies

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Goats in pajamas

Today’s fluffier post is brought to you by a Christmas card from Laraine and her cats, paying half price for snowpants at Target plus getting an additional $10 off, sunshine, and, of course, my neighbor’s cute goats.

Random Internet goats in jammies

Our neighbors are raising goats. They’re frickin’ adorable. They make me do things like baaaaa at them and talk baby talk.
The other day I said to my fam, “I should make pajamas for the goats. They would look adorable in pajamas.”
My husbeast said that he didn’t think the goat farmer would like that idea.
Teen daughter though was on board with the idea and was thinking of it as a guerrilla operation.
“What we do is sneak over there Christmas Eve, dress all the goats in their jammies, and then the next morning the guy goes out there to feed them and is like, *WITH LOOK OF WONDER* ‘SANTA?!’ . Magic. ”

I promise I’m not guerrilla-pajama-sewing for the neighbor-goats. Promise.


Cold house update:

Unseasonably “warm” so it’s very comfortably warm inside. Now if I could figure out a way other than all the ways we’ve already done to retain that heat once the temp drops again!


 

Heaven knows I’m miserable now

Today’s post is made possible by inadvertently iced coffee, a nice down comforter my neighbor left on my doorstep a few weeks ago, and cats playing fetch with Nerf darts.

I’m so miserable right now that I’m basically a Morrisey song personified. I feel that whiny anyway.

It’s so cold and I can’t get the temperature inside to a decent place. I’m sitting by the woodstove and I can feel a draft coming from somewhere that feels like an actual breeze coming through the house. And not a warm one.

I’m having a very hard time being polite and courteous to the property manager when they’re asking about the rent. I’m so cold and we frequently don’t have running water so it’s harder than usual for me to stomach taking part in the tenant to owner wealth transfer process.

To date: November & December rent owed.

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I’m also sooooo tired. I have to get up every 2 hours to feed the woodstove whenever the temp drops into the teens and lower. The other night I slept through one alarm (or more like I must have shut it off and didn’t get up, I guess) and the indoor temp when I woke up was 48°.

I can’t see renewing the lease here because they keep raising the rent and it’s indecent to pay $1150/month to live like it’s 1820.
But then I know to not live like it’s 1820, I’m going to have to pay more anyway.

And now I’m done writing this because my fingers feel like they’re going to fall off. I need to find some fingerless gloves for typing.