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cold fluffy
Feb. 11th, 2008 05:34 pmTemp: 6 at 6 am, closer to 16 at 10
windchill: yes rather, the wind was roaring like a freight train
layers: t-shirt, thermal shirt, black fuzzy shirt, red fuzzy shirt, green fleece vest, black liner with fleece, red outer coat, ear warmer WITH silly dragon hat, long underwear... I couldn't bend my elbow to use my cell phone, I had to put it down and talk at it.
Horses loose: 0 - they were turned out all ready
Water Buckets: oh right, I'm not counting buckets
Thoughts at extreme cold: boy do those guys look fluffy, I wish the chemical hand warmers went out the fingers too, I'm grateful to the barn cats for needing patting so Ihave an excuse to can warm up my hands, yikes it is cold! wow the wind is blowing hard!
I've been trying to make myself more balanced, so I've been working on using the pitchfork on both sides, and carrying and lifting water buckets on both sides. It makes some things go slower, but speed is not really of the essence at the moment, so I figure practice now makes for more even musculature later.
Everything took three times as long, with the cold and unusual mess, so I had a nice hot lunch and nice hot coffee in the nice hot sunny window of one of several fabulous local cafes, and knitted while I thawed out a little.
I have to start riding again, somehow. All my riding instincts are withering. Although the working muscles are getting strong. The footing is snow covered, but with the last couple of dry inches is not so slick as it was. If I'd been willing to address myself to the cold, I could have taken the pony for a stomp in the woods, but it was just too cold today. It simply doesn't pay to try to do things when it is too cold.
windchill: yes rather, the wind was roaring like a freight train
layers: t-shirt, thermal shirt, black fuzzy shirt, red fuzzy shirt, green fleece vest, black liner with fleece, red outer coat, ear warmer WITH silly dragon hat, long underwear... I couldn't bend my elbow to use my cell phone, I had to put it down and talk at it.
Horses loose: 0 - they were turned out all ready
Water Buckets: oh right, I'm not counting buckets
Thoughts at extreme cold: boy do those guys look fluffy, I wish the chemical hand warmers went out the fingers too, I'm grateful to the barn cats for needing patting so I
I've been trying to make myself more balanced, so I've been working on using the pitchfork on both sides, and carrying and lifting water buckets on both sides. It makes some things go slower, but speed is not really of the essence at the moment, so I figure practice now makes for more even musculature later.
Everything took three times as long, with the cold and unusual mess, so I had a nice hot lunch and nice hot coffee in the nice hot sunny window of one of several fabulous local cafes, and knitted while I thawed out a little.
I have to start riding again, somehow. All my riding instincts are withering. Although the working muscles are getting strong. The footing is snow covered, but with the last couple of dry inches is not so slick as it was. If I'd been willing to address myself to the cold, I could have taken the pony for a stomp in the woods, but it was just too cold today. It simply doesn't pay to try to do things when it is too cold.