The cold continues.

Well, actually that’s not exactly true as the temperature this morning when letting the dogs out (“who let the dogs out…….who let the dogs out……”—-what an annoying earworm—) was a balmy 20 degrees Fahrenheit.  So the high of yesterday was already reached at 5:30 am.  That bodes well for the day doesn’t it?

Snow is trying to fall at the moment.  But according to the husband, the super-duper new siding on the house is working to make the inside warmer.  I haven’t felt it yet and have kept the heaters running with the extra space heater turned on as well.  So, perhaps the house is warmer because I’ve got the heaters running nonstop.  But…what do I know?

On the other hand, I’ve been hot for about five years now.  And I mean hot.  No, not as in twenty-something, model-looking, fashion magazine ready hot.  Hot as in internal temperature reaching combustion levels, necessary to remove layers of clothing on a regular basis sort of hot.  Not pleasant.  And extremely frustrating as my winter uniform has consisted of flip-flops, short pants and tank tops usually.  I have a gorgeous winter wardrobe that has lain dormant for years now.

So.  It’s actually kind of nice to be cold for a change.  The sweaters are coming out of mothballs and it’s sort of like Christmas around here.  I have some nice clothes.  Who would have thought?

Anyway.  Is the house warmer?  Is the new siding not enough to counteract the leaking roof without attic insulation or the exposed base of the house waiting for a new footing?  Is my internal thermostat simply so wacked out that I would think it was 30 degrees sitting on a beach in the Caribbean on a balmy 80 degree day?

Ahhhhh the things I think about.  As if I didn’t have enough stuff floating around up there in all that space.

As in this news from Waterville, Maine.  A Democratic candidate defeated the Republican candidate last night in an election for a city warden’s position.  The Democratic candidate?  The wife of the Republican candidate.   Sweet!!!

And this:

My new favorite, real-life hero.  Sir Patrick Stewart.  I don’t twitter.  I don’t tweet.  I don’t consider myself a twit.  But I have read some of what Sir Stewart has been putting out there.  And I just have to say I love this guy!!!!  Love, love, love this guy.


It’s things like this that start to restore my faith in humanity.  The guy is priceless.  And a lovely example of having courage to stand up for what you believe in.

I’ll end on that note as math lessons are waiting.  Not to mention that whole Odyssesus thing.  We’re still baffled.  Seems at this point he’s been wandering around the Mediterranean for approximately two (2) years since leaving Troy, just trying to get back to Ithaca.  Go look at a map of the Mediterranean Sea.  Not that big.  We can’t figure out why it was so difficult to make it home.  So…another mystery to solve.

Oh yes, did you hear they found a nursery of bizarre-looking dinosaurs known as therizinosaurs  in the Gobi Desert in Mongolia?  They found about 17 nests, or clutches, of eggs.  Cool.  They’re related to the gigantic Tyrannosaurus rex but look more like an overgrown ostrich (according to the sketches).  Whatever.  We thought it was cool.

And that is the latest brought to you from the land of the mad ranchwife.  Where all the women are superhuman, the children are out of this world brilliant and the men, well, the men are…men.  God bless ’em.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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