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Don't want to boast, but I'm wearing shorts... Cold is supposed stop by starting tomorrow.
@Kris5902 at 65-F. here, I'm in short's, too!
This would sting a little less if I hadn’t just half-jogged 3kms in borrowed gum boots, yoga pants, and one long sleeved shirt. Through calf deep snow. I hate winter!!! One of those really big trees came down across the road just past FIL’s cottage. I got 5 minutes up the road on foot and realized my phone wasn’t going to make it all the way, went back for a headlamp. I am not athletic, I don’t jog, and I don’t “do” cold.
Today has been a little rough, with the severe weather, trying to keep everyone watered, and then the calves... we were down trying to get Rosebud and 49 to stand. Aunt in law keeps threatening to put them down. We got Rosebud up and she walked a little, but she also peed all over my legs and half filled my boot. At least that made my one foot warm. From the struggling to lift her back end up, Andrew and I were both covered in crap... quite literally. We showered and put on the cleanest layers we had available, for me a pair of “pooped on several days ago, at least they are dry” yoga pants from the Jeep, and a middle layer of my shirts, not too poppy or sweaty, just for the 20 minute drive to the trailer, it will be fine... I took Andrews boots because I was going to get the gates and he drives, and left mine down in the warm workshop to dry out, he wore a pair of runners he had drying in there from the day my now dry yoga pants got pooped on (3, maybe 4 days ago?).
So, I hauled butt to get back to the trailer, on foot, so I could “let them know if there was anything else down”. Really, I wanted to make sure the chickens get watered first thing tomorrow and the propane heater stays on for the cats. And now that I’m here with them there’s no reason to try and buck up the tree in the dark and snow. I tried to convince Andrew to just stay down there tonight, with my mom, because I will be ok up here. I still have to run out and check on the chickens one last time... I had a “did I latch the door?” Moment on the way down to work on the calves. By now if I didn’t it is probably too late, but after some warm tea and a snack I will go out and check, I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I don’t.