It's another school-free day in the Northern Tundra. Over 180 districts closed today and we're hunkered down until tomorrow. A bout of insomnia last night kept me thrashing while the wind whipped against our house and Mr. D whiffled and snored gently. I went to the living room to discover that between the hours of 1-3:30 a.m.? There is exactly NOTHING on TV except for infomercials. Even the 24 hour news channels appear to take a break at this time of night.
I'm nearly out of dishwasher detergent, deoderant and Ivory soap. The kid toothpaste I bought at the grocery store wasn't Crest and since has hardened into a cement-like substance on their bathroom countertop, making me wonder what it might do to my children's tummies should they swallow a dollop. I can't quit shopping at Target, try as I might. The megastores have a monopoly on so many products we use and buy. I'll continue to head there once a month, but I have learned that I've been buying a few items I can well do without.
It makes me a little sad that the field of candidates has thinned after yesterday's primary. Yet part of me is resigned to our country's failure to embrace something more different and diverse than the usual two party system. Perhaps the past 7 years have been so terrible that any change is good change, no matter what form it takes. Or perhaps the cold air has sapped my energy to care for a while and when the weather warms up, my passions will rise again. Hard to tell.
But to end on a positive note, radiant heat was a good decision when we built our house. We're plenty warm--so warm in fact that the children gallop about barefoot, their toes toasty on the tile floors. Our heating costs are about half of what a conventional forced air system would have cost and I do enjoy how our air isn't as dry in the house and I rarely have to dust. I'm so glad I talked Mr. D into the extra expense at the time--it has finally begun to pay off this winter.
Mr. G pauses to demonstrate his bare feet. Before begging for a refill
of pretzels and for his Mommy to come play with him.
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