40 below is a nasty number. Getting up at a quarter to seven when the sun hasn't even peeped over the horizon yet is another of my pet peeves. Put the two of them together - standing in your housecoat and peering out onto the deck where the thermometer is, and seeing that it is, indeed, 40 below, just like the radio announcer said, is one cruel way to start the day. We've had a couple of weeks of this now, and it's just lost all its charm.
To add to the fun, we've been losing vehicles to the weather as well. Mitchell's car's block heater is not working so it hasn't moved for almost two weeks now. Fixing that problem has been postponed until the temperature is condusive to human hands working without gloves on. We've been making do with my car between the two of us but then it died too. I guess punching through those semi-hard drifts on the way to work yesterday scooped the snow up into the motor, doing damage to the starter. The mechanic who fixed it said that if we could have got it started again the damage would have got worse, so it's just as well we left it sit in town last night. Glen came in to get us and took us back to town this morning, and then spent a good portion of the morning trying to fix it himself before he called the tow truck. $412.00 later we have the car back, but if it can't take that little bit of snow, I told Glen that I wanted something higher off the ground to drive! SUV's might be a luxury in urban areas, but out here it's another story. I'd have one too, if they didn't come with a luxury price tag.
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