Sunday, February 17, 2008

Sunday, February 10, 2008

sunday sunday


ah, another day of icy shanty fun.

apparently, mercury is in retrograde. things are supposed to go wrong, and boy, are they.

marlaine is still really sick.
my car crapped out on me on the drive back to shantyville yesterday- smoke was pouring from the engine, all the dummy lights were blinking, power steering was gone. i sat near the ice and made a phone call. mary (lizardacres.com) from arizona said she'd keep an eye on our shanty and lock it up at the end of the day. (thanks mary!) i turned around and headed back to mpls. i made it to my mechanics parking lot, and the car died 10 feet from a parking spot. so, i had to push it the last 10 feet and bundle up and walk the two miles home. i was laughing hysterically.

today, thankfully, kindra (kindraishere.blogspot.com), armed with layers of clothing, the shanty's combo and instructions on how to turn on the heater, went to our shanty and set up shop. (thanks kindra!) the big sniffing buffalo hubby of mine drove the soup out to the ice, and will return to close up shop. i wonder if there will be any people out there to eat the soup?

whew.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

COLD bunny hopping

whew! it's COLD out on the ice today. it's not so much the temp, but the wind whipping snow into tiny needles that sting your skin, if it's exposed.

marlaine is home sick today, and i'm holding down the fort, literally. our roof was sort of hopping with the wind...kind of beginning to blow off the top of our shanty. a few friendly visitors helped me tie it down! i hope it works, we sure need our roof. at 10am sharp, a little boy named joe and his dad and dog showed up in our shanty. he and i played a mean game of badmitten/hockey on the snowy lake.

today was the attempt at breaking a world record- the longest bunny hop on a frozen lake. the long line of people bundled up hopped their little frozen heart out! it was really beautiful and very very fun. i hope we broke the record!

i'm home on a nursing break (little frances won't take a bottle. drat!)
i'd better head back to the tundra for more fun and games.