Tuesday, February 1, 2011

February and Flames.

Ah, February. The month of hope. Still full-fledged Manitoba winter, but the month is filled with the promise of spring. The days are getting longer and the sun seems brighter. Maybe not everyone thinks of February the way I do, but for me, I expect nice weather, no matter how irrational that is. Today is the first day of February. It is -40 outside, with the wind chill, of course. This is the weather I have been dreading all winter. I had to wear two pairs of pants and two shirts along with my winter attire this morning when I went outside to feed the horses. Their faces are white. Frost-covered, and even their noses have frozen mucus on them. Yuck. 

February also brings with it Valentine's Day, an admittedly useless holiday that works a woman's emotions into a frenzied high or an all time low, depending on her romantic status. Valentine's Day brings with it a flood of pink and red, and while I am not a fan of pink, I must admit there is something appealing about the decorations in the stores in February. Pink is a colour of innocence. At least, the pale pastel pink that is frequently associated with Valentine's Day. (Fuchsia has a different vibe, in my opinion.) So February is a month of hope and innocence, and budding romance, while January is like a bleak arctic scene. Flat and white and bitterly cold, with no foreseeable end. Or, maybe I'm just being dramatic. 

Speaking of dramatic, I had a scary incident here today. As usual, I am running from one task to another, never finishing the first before moving to the next and the next and the next. I put a pot of water on the stove and turned the element to high to boil it for some Kraft Dinner. Yes, I am quite the gourmet chef. I thought I'd let it boil while I switched my laundry. So I was in the laundry room, which is off of the kitchen, trying to get another load started. Then Jamie started complaining to me and asking me to get his ball. I wasn't paying much attention until I glanced across to the stove. Two things struck me. One, there was a tennis ball on the stove, between two elements. Two, the front element was on and was bright red, whereas the back element which had the pot of water on it, was stone cold. The ball was against the red element. I ran to the stove and grabbed the ball, which had already started to melt and has a dark patch on one side. It stunk too. What if I had gone to the bathroom or something instead of being in the kitchen where I could see immediately what was going on? I would never have cared if Jamie was asking for a ball. He knows he's not allowed to throw things in the kitchen, and that is one of the reasons why. However, Jamie doesn't really seem to care much about what he should and shouldn't do. Maybe it's his age. Maybe it's his gender. Maybe it's a combination of the two, or maybe he is just so much in his own little world that he has his own rules and nothing else matters. Either way, I'm glad the ball did not burst into flames. Sure, I'd like a little warmth on this frigid day, but that is not how I want to get it. 

Now they are all eating. This has not been a good day so far, so hopefully after lunch things will improve and I can do my workout. I'm still quite fried. I have to sign off so I can go outside and get the horses their oats. Yay. Bye for now.

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