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Tuesday, March 25, 2014
I may have made an error
Perhaps I've come home too soon. It's -17F again this morning. I'm still not moved back into my house. Thankfully we've been able to stay at my daughter's. I've been having difficulty getting the house to a livable temperature.
The diesel in the van gelled and it stalled out a couple miles from the house. I climbed a nearby hill and got enough of a cell phone signal to call my daughter. She came to my rescue with a couple bottles of 911 fuel additive. That got me going again. Apparently, the local gas stations have run out of winter blend diesel fuel and only have summer blend. That doesn't work too well with these subzero temperatures.
Winter has been too cold and too long in these parts. Propane is in short supply. Wood pellets for stoves are totally unavailable. Seasoned firewood is the same. Heating oil is horribly expensive.
The snowbanks are high and frozen solid. I was making some painfully slow progress, chipping away at the snowbank with a round tip steel dirt shovel. Then the plow came, winged the snow banks back and undid all my work. Stoically, I set to work all over again. A neighbor came by and asked if I was going to do all that work by hand.
I said, “What are my options?”
He said, “I'm going to plug in my tractor and warm it up. You are too painful to watch.”
When I went back that evening, he'd cleared my parking space. The weather is cold, but family and friends are warm.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.