It was really cold in the cottage this morning so all three of us stayed in bed longer than usual. Felix waited as long as he could but finally decided that it was time for breakfast. My wake-up call was a paw on the face, a bite on the nose and a very doleful look.
While Felix munched on his morning kibble, I turned on the wall heater, hoping to warm the 54 degree room. Instead, I was immediately hit by a blast of cold air. The unit is at the top of the wall just below the ceiling so, as it sends warm air out, the cold air near the ceiling is pushed down. The room eventually warms up…. but sometimes it’s just not worth the blasts of Arctic air.
Craig rose about an hour later and tried to start a fire….not an easy task with 65 mph winds blowing outside. The winds created a backdraft that kept sending smoke into the room. We had to decide if the promise of warmth was worth a scratchy throat and burning eyes….it was a close call but warmth finally won…..even though we had to open the windows whenever the woodstove belched smoke into the cottage.
As we opened the windows leading to the back landing, we noticed our patron saint, the Grasshopper, was watching over us. There he was….in the frigid cold….climbing up the cottage wall. With that bit of reassurance, we returned to the task at hand, using blankets to cover our noses and filter the smoke. As the smoke cleared and the room warmed, we decided that it’s time to buy an air filter.
Once the fire had settled down to a nice glow, Craig went to the Intermarche to pick up enough groceries to last us through the Christmas weekend. While he was gone, I took a good look at my hair.
I had lost handfuls of hair when we were back home in October. I was afraid living with Craig all these years might have had a deleterious effect on my tresses….but James, my hairdresser in California, said the hair loss was due to the stress of the broken leg and the surgery. He assured me that it would grow back soon.
He was right….it’s growing back…..but it’s as white as the snow that covered the Christmas markets!
A little L’Oréal Dédicace and the cheveaux blancs are gone…..at least for 4-6 weeks.
Flow it, Show it
Long as I can grow it