Sunday, 10:00 a.m., +18 degrees: We're in the midst of our first winter storm of the season and the onset of a "cold snap" which the weather man says we'll endure for a week or so. Thursday evening as I listened to the weather, I noted the weather girl's rather urgent tone – storm warning, cold temps, beginning at least by Saturday. "We need to go to the farm tomorrow afternoon," I told Mike. He had planned to take a friend and winterize the farmhouse Saturday afternoon. "That's too late," I said. "We should go tomorrow afternoon."
So we did. Friday afternoon we drove up the Clearwater. The sky was dark and getting darker. It was 3:15 as we turned down Dobson Road and "spitting" snow. Mike immediately set to work – draining pipes, removing shower handles, starting the 4-wheelers, etc. I also set to work. I found the "book" of holiday CDs left there -- a priority on my list -- and tossed it into my traveling laundry basket. It's a good thing I still have cassette tapes and a tape player. Then I went upstairs to the vintage sewing room and began to pull patterns off the bulletin board and toss them into the basket together with other patterns and fabric. "What are you doing?" Mike called up the stairs. "Uhh – getting things I need," I answered innocently. "I have a list," I add lamely. "Do you need me to help you?" He answers in the negative. I drug the box with my quilt top out from under the bed. It's a given I won't be sewing at the farm for some months. I also picked up little "Ginny and Mary" and cushioned them in the fabric. By the time we left I had managed to pack the laundry basket, a box, and the quilt box. "Well," I said to Mike as he watched me piling stuff into the pick-up, "we might not have room for this stuff at Christmas – IF we even come for Christmas."
Then I heard the rumble of a familiar-sounding motor, and there was the UPS man driving up our lane. He delivered the parts for the LG HDTV set. "I'm glad I found you," the UPS man said. Was that sarcasm in his voice? At least we have the comfort of knowing the parts are there and protected, but if the weather unfolds as they say this next week, it's doubtful we'll be able to get in for next Friday's scheduled repair. We just have to wait and see.
As we drove out at 4:15, it began to sleet in earnest. The trip down the grade wasn't too bad but the river road was terrible – raining and lots of oncoming traffic all the way to Lewiston. It was good to be back to the snug little house where we ate leftover homemade pizza for supper. The local newscaster reported snow in Moscow and I thought of Aunt Chris. And Saturday afternoon as it commenced to snow and the wind picked up, we were glad we had already made the trip to the farm. The wind blew all night and this morning Mike had to re-attach our Christmas lights. KW