snow..
snow..
Everyone seems to have something to say about snow today or yesterday. It’s cold. It’s depressing. It’s amazing.
I don’t get it. Or rather I didn’t: while it was nasty everywhere else, we got little more than a dusting. I heard from a traveller that north of I-76 it got dry in a hurry. So snow didn’t really make much of a dent on my weekend, other than it was the reason that people didn’t come up to visit.
but now I am dreading it. Not just the snow, the whole winter thing. I’ve been in my house for 4 winters, none of them were that dramatic until last year. Last year was cold, snowy, cold, isolated, snowy, and expensive. We spent as much on propane as we spent on rent last January, and I cringe every time i hear the furnace turn on. I live in a drafty 100-yr old farmhouse. Efficiency just isn’t gonna happen.
When I lived in Atlanta, i lived in a huge house that would be extremely inefficient to heat, assuming there was ductwork, etc to get everywhere. We heated our bedrooms with space heaters, and wore sweatshirts when leaving our rooms. I want to do something like that, but i can’t just abandon the rest of the house because it does get cold enough to freeze-damage things.
It’s feelings like this that make me wonder if I will still live there next year to host more drummings..