Blinded by the light
A new way to describe “How cold is it”… how about “Too cold to heat the car”. Odd juxtaposition of terms, but after today I’m satisfied that it’s a valid metaphor. I had great plans. Go out, buy some coffee, come home. I made it around the block. Blinded by the light.
When it’s cold, the windshield develops a fine layer of ice. Inside and out. In ordinary times, you turn on the ventilation, set the heat to high defrost and then you wait. The fans do the work. If the fans work. Today: too cold to care. I finessed. I tried to check the fuses (too cold to let me look). I pulled over and showed patience, because I couldn’t see beyond the steering wheel (blinded by the sunlight reflecting off the two layers, etc.) And in a fit of wisdom, I went home.
Of course, the regular driver had no difficulty, a couple of hours later. Warmer. More skilled. Patient after years of practice. I’m used to the bus driver doing all the heavy hauling. I’ll try again, tomorrow. In passing, the transit commission has complained that someone is shooting at the bus windows in one neighbourhood. It has nothing to do with this story, although it shows an inventive procedure for deicing.
My turkey soup was/is wonderful. I started early, and was able to have hot meals for breakfast AND lunch. All that from leftovers!
Why is it that the average bit of junk mail is free of identifiers, but those stupid credit card offers require shredding every page, simply because the target of their attention (me) is named, over and over again. If I’m old enough to take out plastic, I’m old enough to fill in my own first and last. Please desist, banks of whatever.
After an evening together, the new Pentax siblings agreed to have a family portrait taken… as long as the Blackberry Playbook did the duty.
