Each and every morning, I awaken too the annoying sound of my alarm going off.
I slowly reach out of my nice, warm covers to smack the clock, which will most assuredly silence the wretched, rhythmic tones that are proceeding from the metronomic jukebox. Then, I quickly retread my hand back under the covers, before they get frost bite from the cold, frosty air that looms within my room.
As I lay there, under my nice warm, cozy, down comforter, bed spread, quilt, extra quilt from hope chest, extra quilt from the unoccupied bed in my room AND, the automatically heated 87lb Weimaraner dog that for some reason or another, thinks that she is a quilt as well, and is quite determined & content to lay ONTOP of me. Just like every other quilt on my bed. And, then, she gives me a rather stout moan and grown at every move that I make, as if me, and all of my quilts, are there to keep her warm and that none of us should move around, as that sort of behavior is extremely disturbing to her beauty rest. After pulling my hand back under my Mount Everest of covers, (that is supposed to be keeping me warm), I hear some rather interesting noses proceeding from under the covers. The colorful tones, from this Weimaraner’s moans, are truly not the most pleasant of tunes to hear when one is just awakening on a cold winter’s day! At every move that I make, she sounds off another long moan in a very unsatisfied tone and my brain begins to trail off, thinking of warmer days when I shall will awaken to the sounds of birds chirping at my window cell.
My mind drifts off, far, far away remembering those lovely days of summer. Oh! How lovely are those days when the sun is so hot & it is so nice to take a break from the heat and rest underneath the shad of our great oak tree. After I lay there for a while, procrastinating getting out of my nice warm bed. I realize that my bed and I are not so warm after all. After pondering why in the world my “Mount Everest” of covers is not keeping me warm. I finally open my eyes to see (to my upmost un-satisfaction) that my nice, warm, cozy, down comforter, bed spread, quilt, extra quilt from hope chest, extra quilt from the unoccupied bed in my room have ALL rather un-conveniently situated them selves on the floor! All that I am left with is my sheet and the automatically heated 87lb Weimaraner that is lying on top of me!
I give a *deep sigh,* and then I turn, and look at the moaning thing, and ask her why, once again she has placed the covers on the floor. She, in turn, lifts up her head, wrinkling her brow at me, and lets out a long yawn. After looking at me, then at the covers on the floor, then back at me again, she hopes off of the bed with no hesitation at all and buries herself into my “Mount Everest”. At this sight I could not refrain myself from chuckling. At the sound of my voice, Sophie, (the moaning thing) comes over to my side and I begin to stroke her soft silky ears. After a while I again ask her why in the world she gave the covers to the floor. She wrinkles up her brow and lets out a high pitched squeal while placing her paw my knee as if to say “I didn’t do that! YOU did!!” We sit there for a moment, enjoying each other’s pathetic company until a very loud, but yet low, muffled, but yet screeching sound blares from my night stand, penetrating our ear drums, making us both jump with surprise. We continue, jerking & jumping in a (sure to be comical) rhythmic motion as the wretched metronomic jukebox continued to blare out it’s noise to awaken. "Now now, WHOEVER hit the ‘snooooooze’ button? Soohie? Did you do that? ... WHAT! Who? Me?! No! Surly I would not hit the snooze button!! It must have been you Sophie!!" AHH! The annoyances of a metronomic jukebox!
Anyway. I finally drag myself down stairs where I proceed to make some coffee. Ahhh, coffee, it is rather hard to describe on paper what the sounds and smells of coffee can do to you. They seam to assault our senses with a host of interesting feelings and memories. But enough about coffee, I will save that discussion for another day!
After drinking in the this heavenly beverage that we have come to know as ‘coffee’, I suit up in my Eskimo costume and head out to brave the high winds and low temperatures that are looming outside. As I approach the door leading outside, I unlock it and lean my body into the what is usually a very easy door to open, only to suddenly find my face plastered against the cold glass and my nose in an unnatural, uncomfortable ‘smooched’ position against the glass. Needless to say, the door did not open and thus my body was slammed against the door. After I peal my face back off of the glass and re-straitening my nose, I check to make sure that the door is unlocked. After finding that logically speaking, the door has no reason to not open I find out that it is frozen, shut! Apparently, the freezing rain that was blowing about all night has created a soiled sheet of ice that is about 1/2inch thick on the entire west side of the house.
To make a long story short, half an hour later I find my self slipping and sliding my way across the bumpy ice rink that has now inconveniently placed itself in my front yard during the night. After I FINALY make it out to the barn, I find that ALL of the doors are frozen shut!! After I have chipped and scraped my way into the barn, I find that the water that had flooded the isle the day before is now frozen . So, once again I am faced with an ice rink in the most inconvenient of places.
Needless to say, I am looking forward to summer being here! For at the moment, I am not enjoying living in this perpetually cold ice box!
