Another American Adventure: the "teens"

Thursday, December 9, 2010

the "teens"

It was somewhere around 13 degrees this morning when Jubilee and I went for a walk. This is a new low for us, and it looks like temperatures will be dipping into the teens and lower for the next week. Other than my hands that get cold unless I put them in my pocket - I still only have cheap gloves - I really don't notice that it is colder than the 20s. Of course, I've got on my long underwear, my fleece sweater, and my down jacket.

The creek at the park is a bit more frozen today than it was yesterday. Jubilee made it across without breaking the ice.

More photos on the Flickr site.

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BarbaraDecember 9, 2010 at 4:05 PM
It was a tad warmer here, 16 F, I believe. No long underwear, just a very warm jacket, warm boots, and a hat over my gym clothes, i.e. t-shirt and leggings. Ski gloves are good, by the way. Mittens are warmer than gloves of any sort, but awkward.

I saw doggie mukluks (I think they called them Mukpups) at my local petstore. If you email Jube's size (I guess the dimensions of his paws), I can pick some up for you. We do winter good here.
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Sally ClayDecember 10, 2010 at 3:55 AM
Love that last lacy photo!
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beth cioffolettiDecember 10, 2010 at 4:29 AM
I wonder what size paw Jubilee has??? Let me look in the local pet store first, Barbara. I know that they had a lot of Halloween costumes for pets, and if they had those surely the must have those doggie mukluks! She's not one who likes to wear clothes, though.

Thanks, Sally. I liked that photo too, have no idea what it is.
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"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.