You Know It’s Cold When…

We’re in a bit of a cold snap right now.  I think it’s called a cold snap because of the apparent ease with which our digits will snap off if we stand outside for too long.  O.K. so I’m exagerating a little. I don’t know of any actual digit snapping.  But believe me, it’s cold.

The school buses have all been cancelled because it’s just too cold for the kids to stand and wait for them. The snow is squeeky, as though it’s protesting the low temperatures with every step we take. My van also protested the cold and for the first time in the seventeen years we have lived here I thought that my vehicle might not start. The moisture in your nose freezes and you cough with every breath you take. There’s also that sharp pain across your forehead. My fireplace is on and I’m wearing a turtle neck and a sweater and I’m only comfortable.  For the first time menopause and hot flashes do not sound like a bad thing.

I have a big pot of soup cooking on the stove and the kids have already started drinking hot chocolate and tea.

I had heard that last night was supposed to be the coldest night of the year and then one of my kids told me that it’s supposed to drop to -50C tonight. Part of me is tempted to go outside in that just to see what it feels like. I think my brain needs thawing.

So, if you’re also experiencing these cold temperatures I wish you running vehicles, hot soup, warm clothing, welcoming shelter and pipes that don’t burst.

If you live in warmer climates, lucky you, enjoy.

However, I’ll still take this weather with a smile on my face because I love Canada just that much.

I Can Finish This Book, I Know I Can

I’m having trouble finishing a book.  It’s not a book that I’m writitng, it’s a book that I’m reading.  It’s not a poorly written book, it’s well written book.  It’s beautiful, it’s poignant, it’s sad and it’s killing me.

Every now and then I am lucky enough to find a book whose beauty is staggering.  This is one of those books. I started reading it in the summer when my kids were around. I quickly became aware of the fact that I seemed to be tearing up every time I read this book.  My kids noticed (some of them at least) and I became uncomfortable.  I put the book aside figuring that I’d  read it when they went back to school and wouldn’t be around to see their blubbering mother.

In the mean time I recommended the book to one of my sisters.  She read it, loved it and told me that it was worth the tears.  I knew that part. Then I recommended it to my niece.  She loved it so much she lent it to her mother (my other sister) who also loved it.

I saw my sister over the winter break.  She told me I really should finish the book.  I knew she was right. I’ve been reading a lot of light hearted junk lately.  It’s cute, it’s sweet but it’s still junk.  It’s time to put on my big girl panties and “get ‘er done” (as they say in the north).   So I turned on my Kindle and opened up the book.  Two pages later I have tears in my eyes and my chest feels tight.  I turned off my Kindle and turned on the computer and now here I sit, blogging, not finishing the book.

Have you ever been affected by a book in this way?  If so, what book brought you to your knees?

By the way, the book in question is Tell The Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt. Read it and don’t cry, I dare you.