We’re having a fine old time freezing our butts off here in Wonderland, VT. What, you say? Wonderland(?) you say? I thought you lived in a place called Newport?
Well, okay, we do live in a place called Newport, VT but I’ve gone to calling it Wonderland instead which is due to the fact that I’m really starting to wonder if the
town city will ever get off it’s collective hind ends and actually do something with itself. But hey, that’s another set of stories. This post has to do with freezing our hind ends off.
This a general, “Winter in Vermont” type post just so you know.
Now, I’m not complaining really (no, really) since actual snow falling from the sky has been minimal so far.This means that there’s been much less arse-busting involved so far this year which is good since I don’t have a lot of arse left to bust. Of course, there’s always stuff to do.
For example, I really need to haul apart one side our larger snow blower to make sure the carburetor isn’t ready to fall off. Yes, it’s happened before with our smaller one which, believe-you-me, gives one a rather hollow feeling when you’ve just run two passes up and down the driveway after a good two-footer of a snow storm and the machine backfires, the engines dies and the carburetor ends up dangling 6 inches off the ground by the end of the throttle cable.
And yes, the carburetors on snow blowers are usually screwed to the heat shield as well as the engine block but the screws holding said carburetor to said engine block have a nasty habit of backing themselves out so all that’s left holding the darn thing anywhere close to where it should be (meaning that aforementioned engine block) are the screws holding it to said heat shield. And those aren’t all that substantial hence the falling carburetor.
Okay, so much for lessons in snow blowers so back to the reason for this post.
It’s been a cold winter so far. Like Arctic cold. For example, we’ve had a high of 0F for today, we had -24F last night and are looking forward to the same thing tonight. My poor old Jeep looks more like a 4-wheeled, economy sized cube of salt than the Jeep Liberty it actually is. And running it through the local car wash is out of the question at these kind of temperatures. At least it is if I ever want to get into it anytime before the spring thaw. Doors have a habit of freezing solid at temps running 0F or below.
The good news is that we’re still working on last season’s firewood to heat the house so we haven’t had to touch the 5 cords we had delivered for this season yet. On top of that, my lady is now retired and home for good which makes things a bit warmer all around.
Otherwise, it’s bloody freezing outside. This means the electric 5-ton splitter I have to use now to split our firewood into a size the stove can use is pretty much useless. At least at these temperatures. Since I can no longer swing a splitting maul without risking life and limb (mine and probably anybody who’s in my general vicinity), the electric splitter is what I have to do the job. The motor might actually turn over on it’s own after a few tries but the hydraulic ram is reluctant to do anything else but jitter a bit because the hydraulic oil is too cold. I suppose I could have drained out the heavier weight oil used for warmer weather and replaced it with the lighter weight oil recommended for our type of Winter temperatures but to be honest about it, flipping around a 150 pound electric splitter twice a year is more than my body can take at this point.
No real problem though. Once the temps get above 20F the thing runs fine and it usually gets there every few days. Then it’s split like mad to replace what I used during the time the splitter was in hibernation.
Anyway, like I said before, this is just a general “Winter in Vermont” type of post so there’s no real point in it. Just an excuse to write something I suppose. But the sun is shining, the stove is burning bright and it’s warm and toasty–more or less. More inside and a lot less outside.
But the simple fact is, despite the cold snowy winters we have around these parts I really wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. Even if it came with central heating, thermostats, shopping malls (within 75 miles) and lots of money.
Well, lots of money wouldn’t be so bad but heck, you can’t have everything. Now where’s my long johns?