What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Friday, January 09, 2015

Wintry

















Frigid winter days.

I lament, scorn and resent those moments this past fall when I contemplated purchasing a gas insert for the living room but was too much of a skinflint to actually do it.   This non-insulated old house atop a hill whipping in winds of -20 is no pleasant place to be during bitter winter days (and nights).  An inefficient woodstove down in a nasty old farmhouse basement doesn't really cut it.   Right now I have on a shirt, two sweaters and a coat and the tip of my nose still threatens at breaking off.  (Is it still there?)

Our bedroom, being the coldest of all bedrooms upstairs and three stories away from our only heat source, is hardly a welcoming place to lay our weary bones at night.   Our nightly ritual is thus:  Matt and I run quivering into bed and hastily squirm down low, closing off the opening of cold air and hiding our heads under the five quilts that cover our bed while we talk in shivery, quivery voices until our confined breath finally begins to warm us.   Those brave enough (me) take off clothes while writhing under the covers...those not so brave (Matt) threaten that not a speck of cold air can come in while writhing is occurring.

I always like to have ice water next to my bed for when I wake up thirsty and in the morning- the ice is still in a nice tidy cube.

In winter, though I love to read in bed, I can't convince my arms and fingers to be exposed to the bedroom air for any length of time so my reading is done instead during the day, standing by the woodstove or, if I am lucky, in the arms of a tired and napping Matt.

Best place.

In. The. World.

On second thought- it is a rather pleasant place after all.

11 comments:

Sheila Jubera said...

Isn't amazing how some places seem cold and frozen until you bring in love? It is frigid here in Wisconsin too, but our home is warm with love...Warmest Wishes Rebecca!

Donna said...

We used to live in an old house with no heat but a wood stove and we bought an electric blanket that we turned on about an hour before going to bed (under the 3 quilts) and it was a life saver...toasty warm and such a blessing.

rebecca said...

An electric blanket or mattress pad (http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B008BF2U6S/ref=mp_s_a_1_5?qid=1420843613&sr=8-5&pi=AC_SX110_SY165_QL70) is a life saver!

Alyssa Corley said...

Love you cuddling on the couch with your love - that's the best. you live in a wonderland :)

Julian said...

Used to live in Minnesota it was fifty below zero!
I agree, the warmest place is with thoes you love. Even here in Texas, we are very chilly.
Warmer days ahead...
Christina

Renata said...

Beautiful photos! I wish I could share just a little of our summer temperatures, but the the pictures wouldn't be half as lovely!
Blessings
Renata:)

...they call me mommy... said...

I hear ya, woman. We are pretty chilly in our house also! Some mornings it is in the 50's in here and we have a FREEZING floor which is the WORSE. I love the close up photo of you and Matt!!! :)

...they call me mommy... said...

Miss your blogging!!!! :D Hope you are ok! :)

Anonymous said...

I sure miss reading new posts from you. I hope everything is ok at your end.

Abigail said...

This week isn't helping, is it?! Ugh. Yesterday the wind chill was in the negative thirties, and I couldn't get the cold side of the downstairs above the 40's. I avoided the upstairs until I was forced to go to bed, and I thought of you, imagining you huddled in the basement, sleeping around the stove. Not a joking thought, either!

Spring will come. It must.

Abigail said...

p.s. That Jack Frost handprint on the window makes a beautiful picture.