Living in an RV, most anywhere, presents some sort of weather issue. If you’re a gate guard on an oil rig in Texas, just like a mail-carrier, you could have this tongue twister printed on your security vest:
Whether the weather be fine, Whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Whether the weather be hot, We’ll weather the weather, Whatever the weather, Whether we like it or not.
24 hours a day, 365 days a year (unlike mail-carriers) we go out and work in all kinds of weather. For example, just yesterday in was 76 degrees here in Lindenau/Concrete/Westhoff (or wherever my phone thinks I live – tonight it was certain I was in Smiley). It’s 28 degrees right now. It’s so cold that Henry just tried to levitate while watering the road. He couldn’t decide which paw to lift and which to use as a prop.
The moon is full and the wind has finally died. So has the bell, which I guess has decided to wait for warmer weather to ring. The bell has tolled for no one tonight (although many have come and gone). I just took it apart a gave it a good blowing into. Sometimes that helps.
Those of you who’ve followed Fork for a while have known me to mention the weather more than a time or two. We went from our flower pot potty and frozen pipes in Feb to temps in the 90’s in March. It was one long hot summer. I promised then that I would never complain about the cold.
It’s pretty cold, but I’m not complaining. I actually like it. Here are some of the reasons why.
I like the feel of a sweatshirt. It’s soft and forgiving and if I dribble
ketchup mustard on the front, I can just turn it inside out. 😀
I love coffee, but not iced, which made for some extra hot caffeinated nights in July.
I’m 55 (if you don’t know why that makes me prefer cool to hot weather, then, never mind). I border on heat stroke when it hits 70 degrees, That is, of course, unless I’m freezing.
I’m particularity enjoying the cold because a lap full of yarn is warm.
As some of you know, to help stay awake all night and to keep myself from eating continually, I taught myself how to knit last winter. This has been only a semi-successful new hobby.
I made a few mistakes at the start.
The 1st was trying to learn from a 10 minute Walmart video with no back arrow.
The 2nd was not fastening the Velcro strips on my Gate Guard vest.
The 3rd was not counting the rows while I knitted away while watching Good Morning America at 11 p.m.
The 4th was not turning on more lights.
The 5th was being a tense knitter. I pulled every stitch so tight that I had blisters on my thumb and index finger for a month. Above is the last remaining photo of my first attempt. Amazingly, this foot-long project was the product of an entire skein of yarn. 😀
Although I’ve remained unmotivated to learn anything but knit and pearl, I continue to knit. That’s another reason I’m glad it’s cold.
Henry won’t wear his scarf and my grand daughters were less than enthusiastic at Christmas. I only know how to knit long rows. As a bit of an afterthought, I decided to sew some together (I don’t know how to knit them together) and make Heidi a lap blanket for Christmas. It’s a really big, lopsided lap blanket, which she says will be perfect for the care center someday.
We’ll weather the weather, whatever the weather and have a yarn or two to tell about it!