Ready for the cold period
There are undertones of sadness, with the realization that ’21 will not be the “year of the road warriors”. We can’t cross the border, and we can’t tour the nearby provinces without undue stress. Our single trip, up to see the kids, is now going to have to feed our memory. So be it. Some things can’t be changed, just by wishing.
With that recognition, I took my three jugs of pink antifreeze and did the ritual of “winterization”. The RV requires preparation for cold, and with temperatures teasing us, nightly, with frost warnings… I couldn’t ignore my responsibilities. I’ve kept careful notes about process, and so draining the water and replacing it with something less apt to provoke breakage in the long threads of pipe is now simple. A couple of hours, on a sunny afternoon, with time to contemplate the why and the how. It’s ready, says I. Winter can’t scare me.
I still have other things to do. Hide the BBQ. Move the heavy furniture off the deck (to make way for bouts of heavy snow). Make sure the markers at the end of the driveway are there; I don’t pay any attention to such details during the summer. Put the big green machine away, because I truly believe that the lawn will hibernate. Praise the lack of mosquitos. That’s about all. Wake me when the next summer starts, etc. No, I didn’t go swimming this time around, but the ocean could care less. And we still haven’t seen a white rabbit. Or a line of geese headed south. Any day now, probably.
