Setting: 7:30 AM, women’s restroom outside of class. Me: Why are you wearing those funny clown eyelashes? Student: I just finished a run around campus. Me: Yes, but what’s that white stuff on your eyes? Her: My breath is frozen on my eyelashes.
Wind chills to 45 below zero. In other news, the deer are turning on their oppressors. Having befriended the deer, we are guiltless. We are on the right side of history. Deer fights back at hunter who shot her (in Wisconsin). And this is even better: Another day at the Wall, with all its fierce winter beauty. So far, we’re still on good terms.
Fiat Pop 400c’s sold in colder areas have cold-weather packages. My popalicious car is from the south, and has no such thing, so it’s being slowly winterized. Two challenges for cold weather: Pop engines won’t start at -20 F, and perhaps I won’t either. The certainty of a sneauxpocalypse in the Northwoods this year has had me gravely worried. People talked about driving to school last year in -35 F. Yeah. Remote starters are luxury up here, but engine block heaters are a Pop necessity. We went to the Fiat dealer in Appleton (great folks there) to get the heater and starter installed. The mechanics
When it comes to cars and other things involving agility, dexterity, or getting stuck on the roadside, I have low uncertainty tolerance. As a weak adventurer, I’ve been nervous about my adventuring companion, the Fiat Pop 500c, and how it will handle the snow. After as much research as possible about the car’s capabilities, I realized that my quest for certainty and comfort comes only in the doing and not the reading. Here on The Wall, aka Rhinelander, winter is fierce, and now it’s time for the first doing. We got more snow yesterday than Rhinelander gets on average every November. Fortunately, as of last
Today is day four of new home ownership. It has snowed real-snow once, and I went to an empty parking lot to practice driving in the Pop. The Pop is at the dealer getting an “undercoating” to keep from rusting. It is colder than a Baton Rouge winter. I have worn everything warm that I own and winter is just beginning. Today is the day I stepped outside and said to myself, “I want to go home. What the hell did I do?” It’s only November 4. Fantasies of a snow mobile in the future brighten my day, though.
My first winter in Rhinelander draws near, and it’s only September 10th.
That calls for desperate measures.
Here are some signs that Winter is Coming:
This is the the fearsome Hodag, resident of Rhinelander in the Beautiful Northwoods of Wisconsin (note: beautiful and Northwoods must be said together; these words are inseparable when referring to this part of Wisconsin). I would love to take a picture of every Hodag in town, a daunting task given the sheer number of these creatures. The magnitude of these beasts in their multitudinousness demands documented. These are the Hodags at my realtor’s office. ,,,