Cold

This morning our thermometer said the temperature was -18 F. The official temperature was probably not quite that low but in reality there isn't much difference between -18 and -14. So far in 2010 the temp has been below 0 every morning. When the kids complain at school about how cold it is I tell them it teaches them how to deal with adversity. I'm sure people who live in places where the weather is relatively mild learn to deal with adversity somehow. Dealing with weather extremes seems a fairly simple way to learn there are forces beyond your control. You soon learn that no matter how much you complain or whine the weather is not suddenly going to warm up for you. This is the kind of day where I dig out the long underwear and wear a stocking cap inside to keep my balding head head warm.

I did have to spend some time outside splitting wood and bringing enough in to last for the next week. It was cold enough that I soon had ice forming on my mustache. With insulated gloves on, it took about 25 minutes for my fingers to start getting cold. At first it wasn't too bad but after a few more minutes my fingertips became numb and it was time to go inside to let them warm up.

When we first moved to Iowa the only work I could find was as a carpenter. The first winter we built a large furniture store in Kalona. I tell some people I helped build two of the ugliest buildings in Kalona, (the Pull'r Inn motel - and Kinneer's furniture). The goal was to have the building framed and closed in before it got too cold but that didn't happen. Shingling a roof in January and February in Iowa is no fun. It was too cold to use nail guns because the hoses would freeze. This meant we did it by hand. Handling nails with thick gloves doesn't work well but then neither does not using gloves when the temperature is cold. For a couple of days it was cold enough that the plan was to spend 30 minutes on the roof before climbing down and finding some place warm.

To add to the misery I was reading the Little House on the Prairie series to my daughter who was quite insistent we read them in order. After freezing at work, I read The Long Winter to her before bedtime. The story takes place in South Dakota and the title pretty much sums up the book. It was a long cold winter, and I suffered through it with Laura and the rest of the Ingall's family. It certainly didn't help me feel any warmer, but it did inspire me to figure out a way to find a job which did not require working outside in January in Iowa.