A few weeks ago, I posted pictures of the snowmen lining the sidewalks in town for Winterfest. This weekend was Winterfest weekend. On Friday evening, the hospitality management students from my campus carved ice sculptures in the town pavilion. I forgot that was happening, but remembered in time to get Barley out and about before they started to get all melty. (I apologize for the picture quality--ice is harder to photograph than I thought it would be.)
|This cold weather makes staying in with martinis sound very appealing.|
|It's a wine glass that says wine country.|
Then it got cold. Really cold. As I was driving home from work on Thursday, my car thermometer said 10 degrees--it kept falling. I rushed Barley out for a walk, but it was so cold my face hurt. Every time I tried to talk to give Barley a command, it felt like my face was going to shatter. I kept having to alternate which hand I was holding the leash in so I could alternate which side of my face I could cover with my other hand. We made it .6 miles. The predicted high for Sunday is 1 degree. 1 degree. We haven't missed a day since August 26, 2014, but I don't know if I'll be able to motivate myself to get out for a walk--even a short one--with that kind of weather. This little Georgia peach might have embraced Ohio's winters to some degree, but a high of 1 degree is sounding like more than I can wrap my mind around.
Thank you to everyone who sent well wishes to my sweet Soth boy last week. He's finishing up his last few doses of pain medication, so we'll see how he does when he's off of them. He's due for his annual check up in early March, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he's on the mend and doesn't need to go in before then.