Eternal Winter
It seems that winter is never going to end in Southern Idaho. Last night a wild snowstorm blew in with 50-70 mph winds and gusts. Trees were uprooted and power was knocked out. My power stayed on all night, but clicked off just as I was about to make my morning coffee.
After about two hours it came on. I made coffee and reheated leftover hot dogs and sauerkraut for breakfast (odd, I know). Then it clicked off again for most of the day. I'm glad I have my loom, spinning wheel and piano, as well as many shelves of books and papers to keep me occupied. I value "machines" that don't require electricity.
I regret that I don't have a wood stove in my house for times like these. I remember happy winters as a child at my Aunt Joan and Uncle jake's house making toast on a wire rack on their wood-fired kitchen range. My grandmother had one too, and when I married I had one I used most of the winter. These stoves warm the house, provide a place to back up against to get warm, and keep the tea kettle hot all day, along with a kettle of minestrone.
Well, back to my weaving projects.