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Steve happy about burning on his property, me trying to survive & look happy

It was -4 degrees fahrenheit Monday, and since the plumbing store was closed, Steve thought it would be an awesome opportunity to go to his 30 acres and burn some wood, also known as a ‘slash pile burn”. This is totally a testosterone thing, because to me it was totally miserable..

Steve said that was the best”only” 3 hours we were out there. After a long silence I launched into my philosophy about testosterone thing, and he agreed it was a ‘guy thing’. The worst time I have ever had was cross country skiing when I trusted the other person that it would be  a good virgin launch to my c/c skiing career. It was awful too, I was never so cold and dehydrated in my life. I sat in the tub afterwards and told him to leave (my ex husband after the break up) and I just drank tons and tons of water which isn’t easy shivering.

Anyway, I won’t give myself a rotator cuff injury patting myself on the back for volunteering to go with Steve so he didn’t die in the wilderness, just because he couldn’t find any male buddies to go with him.

After all, he came out to reroof my garage a year ago, and this time to put in a shower so I could get some renters. All I had to do was freeze my ass off and sit in a car while it got dark and I watched the snow. I was too frozen to pat myself on the back.

Let me tell you guys, it was really awful. I brought my hot water bottle from boots, but it wasn’t big enough. we got there at 2:30 and it got dark by 4 and started to snow. I soon realized me sitting in the car and reading my Peter Ackroyd book on London wasn’t going to work.

Steve mentioned something minor and foolish, like he had already fallen and he could hit his head on a rock and I wouldn’t know it if I sat in the car. I couldn’t argue with his philosophy. The car was getting really cold and walking around with my purse and earrings from Churchill Square seemed a good idea. The snow was slimy and the hill was steep but it was warm the fire, which was on a steep incline and I kept turning like a chicken on a spit to stay warm.

I hung my purse on a tree when I went back to the car for some damned thing. I have since given him my old bicycle horn with the squeezie ball end because that I can hear from the car. I realized something like that movie could easily take place, I am no fool ya know, where people creep up on a car, distract the passenger, jump in and kill her. I wasn’t sure if this would be the road in the middle of nowhere at -4 degrees-did I mention that it was -4 degrees and nobody was around to hear me no matter how loud I screamed, except Steve, and I screamed when I almost fell a few times, so he wouldn’t know. I didn’t just get off the boat ya know with the crime scene in a car in winter.

Anyway, we survived and he was invigorated enough to come home and start baking supper and potato bread from scratch and stay until 3 am, I fell asleep at about 9, totally not an Eskimo, not even close.

He is an awesome friend. I have to admit the scenery was beautiful.