The cold-weather clothes came out this morning, and they worked pretty well.
I've done early-morning dog duty, as I do every morning these days. Bill takes the dogs out at night.
On the first trip out this morning, with my Gonzaga stocking cap, some warm gloves given to me last Christmas and a waterproof, thick and heavy jacket, I felt pretty warm from the waist up.
Can't say so much for my legs. Jeans don't do much to keep a body warm.
Still, the extra clothing made the outdoors, with a brisk wind still blowing, bearable.
Foster chose to make it a quick trip outside, while Bridie really didn't care.
Later, she and I went out for the morning ball session in a large flat area down the lane and in front of the big shed. I will report that every time I had to bend over and pick up the ball, I could feel that "gentle cool breeze" trying to find its way to the skin on my back.
The area provided some nice, level walking and ball throwing for Bridie because Bill and I had once again teamed up yesterday to clean out the most recent layer of new snow. It was getting to be about four inches, so we thought it best to plow and blow the snow.
A blizzard-like wind did plenty of the latter last night, so much so that, during the Gonzaga game, the air outside smelled like smoke from wood stoves and possibly a slash pile just up the road.
Bill drove to Spokane to watch the Gonzaga women smother Santa Clara, while I sat on the couch, sighing a lot as the men's team struggled in Santa Clara's gym down in warm California.
It's seems like it's just not your typical beautiful and entertaining Gonzaga basketball year. But, we're not giving up on them.
They've given us too much enjoyment over the past 20-plus years to "throw them under the bus" as some fickle fans like to do the instant something goes awry.
I'm sure the team and their staff will figure it out.
If you're going to spend your day inside out of the cold today and you have Netflix, I'll suggest the movie I watched yesterday afternoon.
First, a disclaimer: it's hard to watch because this true story line involves some difficult and realistic choices for survival.
That said, I still recommend "Society of Snow."
First, because of its setting, you'll be glad you're indoors where it's warm, and secondly, it deals with a true story that's been told a time or two before: the 1972 crash in the Andes with the Uruguayan rugby team aboard. Most notably, if you've read Alive, you know the story.
The new Netflix version offers some different perspectives to the story and provides many lessons about how humans will react when under severe duress and with the desire to survive in a formidable and seemingly doomed situation.
The story below tells you more. I'll just tell you that I was transfixed, even though at times, I wanted to quit watching as I thought of the choices these people made.
https://time.com/6551709/society-of-the-snow-true-story-netflix/
As I look out the window right now, the snow-covered mountains to the west are gorgeous with a pink hue, and the sky is mostly blue. It will be beautiful and brutally cold out there today.
Stay warm and stay safe. Check out the story below.
Below, a nice frigid-day story, written by one of my former students, Mary Garrison.
Both Mary and her mother, the late Nellie Garrison have added to our area historical lore through their continued research.
from a Facebook post by Mary:
North
Idaho History facebook page. I decided instead of playing a stupid
matching stuff game in the evenings, I should work on doing little bits
of history of my home county.
So I cheated on the first post by using a
story from my Master's Thesis Project. Here is my story:
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