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That is cleverly managed. The iron griddle sounds like the bricks one would heat in the oven in 1806 to keep folks warm in bed. I'm a fan of hot water bottles. They warm the bed up before you get in. They are soft and squishy. You can pass them down to heat your toes which do not get nearly the loving care such an important part of the anatomy deserves. And they do not yowl and scratch you when you accidentally roll over on them in the middle of the night, making them superior to cats in that way.
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In a properly managed world, insurance companies would arrive at your door while the storm raged and deliver delicious warm food. In the absence of electricity they would perform clever one-act plays and extemporaneous psychodrama till bedtime. Then they would walk the dog before disappearing into the storm until tomorrow.
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Thank you so very much for the kind words ...*g* One thing that makes it possible to philosophically haul wood and -- at least temporarily --not wash is that the ice is just absolutely beautiful. The pictures I took can't begin to convey it. We had several clear nights with a half moon, Orion high in the sky, and the ice trees ghostly in silver and black. Makes it all worth it. The daily promise of the local electric company to "definitely have the problem fixed by midnight" lent a certain piquant humor to the proceedings. And the battered tree-strewn landscape is kinda interesting. Add a few medium craters and it would look like the aftermath of war between conifers and deciduous.
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Ah. Generators. The thinking person's answer to power outages. I would have been tempted to pack up my sleeping bag and secretly move into my husband's office at the nicely warm school ... Or maybe the school library.
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Different story: Mom -- washes four-year-olds PJs in the sink and hangs them to dry in the kitchen. Dad -- Considers shaving without his electric razor. Considers growing a beard.
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What a beautiful story. Sounds like a great little cottage, too. In traditional Japanese houses folks used to gather round the table with warm blankets around their backs and their feet on a charcoal brazer down below the table. I have a feeling folks saw more of each other when the heated part the home was the size of a Volkswagon van.
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Ok. Ok. I'm going to admit I find chipmunks cute. OTOH, I've never had one move into the house and I hate it when squirrels do that. I have power, light, wifi, and water as of about two hours ago. I am in hog heaven. I have -- thank goodness -- always pitched out refrigerator and freezer food in a timely manner. (Day Three, in case anyone wonders.) So many places I've lived have unreliable electricity. If the electric goes out and the outside is subzero, one can set tupperwares of water out to freeze and swap them out to turn the refrige into an old fashioned icebox. That sorta works. I'm glad the icestorm hit well before Thanksgiving.
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Anne always reminds us there are Other Seasons in the world and some folks go out for day at the beach on Christmas.
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I've lost power during hurricanes. When I was a kid, Hurricane Hazel came through and took out power for what seemed like forever. My mother had us cook dinner at the fireplace and we all gathered round to listen to the wind blowing trees down and the house shaking. My older sisters may have had enough sense to be scared, but I thought it great fun.
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For me, it's a tub bath. All my muscles ache from clearing the road and carrying wood. But I missed the internet too. Maine is not a place to mess around with. I'm glad you had a woodstove. I was watching a documentary on Denali Park in Alaska. A couple who lived there,far away from everybody, had a nice snug cabin. Not too far away they had a bittier cabin with a woodstove and wood and food, in case the home cabin burned down. Because they were on their own.
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There was some sort of fiend beetle that wrought havoc on the big oaks all around the cabin. Dead trees standing. Then we had a bad wind last winter that took a couple of them down and it was a crisp little lesson in possibilities. So last summer about a dozen of the old fellows were cut down and hauled away. I miss them.
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How clever of you. I am filled with admiration. That is making the best of hard times. And the whole re-enactment thing stretches the mind and opens us to new possibilities.
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Every time folks look up at the snow capped mountains ... it's worth remembering the folks up there slogging through the snow. The main reason we have any old homes up here so high is that it's lovely and cool in the Southern summer. Ten to fifteen degrees cooler.
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I don't see any reason why a nice shiny shield wouldn't work in a Medieval Historical. Maybe a Paranormal with some sort of mystic optical effect ...? Lots of stuff to do with this.
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What a comedy of errors. >>> I set down the candle on the bedstead, and whoosh, the lampshade went up in flames.<<< Now you know why so many folks died in burning building. Best authorial way to dispose of that Mad Wife. What's amazing is that any Eighteenth or Nineteenth Century cottages survive.
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I, having been without power any number of times, have the trick of it. Before I go to bed -- when I still have candles lit or even maybe daylight -- I lay out the clothes for the next day. I do remember I was camping once and had to go the next morning to talk to prisoners in a high security prison. I'd done my blouse buttons up crooked. (You know how it goes: the sides don't match up. A nice guard took me aside and told me about it before I started interviews. I wsa so embarrassed. *g*)
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When there are no electric lights, the night is very dark. All the corners are filled with blackness and the candle you carry about with you is a small point of light in an overwhelming night. Who knows what’s outside that three-foot circle you can see? Vampires and ghosts and your evil Cousin Theodore who wants to kill you for your inheritance. Continue reading
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Same with me. Since I had Last Chance Christmas Ball out anyway, I indulged myself with reread.
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The anthology is doing its job if it take you into the peace of the holidays. That's the great thing about Romance. Reminds us there are happy endings.
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Thank ye kindly. There's a book -- Every Man Heart Lay Down -- that I read every year at Christmas. I don't know why I love it so much. https://www.amazon.com/Every-Man-Heart-Lay-Down/dp/1563971844/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1542031705&sr=1-1&keywords=every+man+heart+lay+down
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My True Love Hath My Heart. In it, we meet a legendary jewel, a heroine seeking revenge, a handsome scoundrel, housemaids gossiping, a bit about jewelry design, young love, and somewhat older love which can be complicated the second time around. And . . . well . . . Christmas Continue reading
Posted Nov 11, 2018 at Word Wenches
I see chickens in the old photos. Dogs too, of course. Once,a cat. I had always wondered how they managed the chickens. Nets under the wagon. Now I know.
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True about the books. I'd have to cover all the walls of the vardo with books. And have pull-up racks under the floor. And some way to drop down shelves from the ceiling ...
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I know folks go off walking with donkeys in Europe, town to town, or take horseback rides along the Rockies. Maybe there's someplace they do wagon-trailing with cozy cafes along the trailside to sit and meet friends and have a cuppa tea. Or I can always invent the fantasy of these trails and the inns along the way.
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You might like to read this book by Jan Yoors about travelling with the Gypsies. An armchair journey to fulfill old dreams, as it were. https://www.amazon.com/Gypsies-Jan-Yoors-ebook-dp-B00HFZXHI0/dp/B00HFZXHI0/ref=mt_kindle?_encoding=UTF8&me=&qid=
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