It’s a cold day here in
Lake Woebegone southeast Michigan. I’m looking out the kitchen window at the thermometer: +11 F, which is apparently the same -11 C. From my kitchen table, I can see the neighbors let out the dog, who seems unfazed by the cold. He’s some sort of little fuzzy white dog and he’s currently sniffing happily. It’s not quite cold enough for the air to have that extra clarity you see when it gets really cold, but I’m still not rushing outside.
It’s pretty cold upstairs. We probably need to replace more of the windows, and I’m not so sure about our insulation, so we were cozily nested deep under the covers, sleeping the way you do when the air is cold and the bed is warm. This is, until there was a little knock on the door, and suddenly a third body in the bed saying, “I’m hungry I’m bored can we play I’m hungry can I have waffles now how come you’re not saying anything?”
So now I’m down at the kitchen table, watching the neighbor’s dog sniff around the trees. I’m drinking and enjoying my coffee (I can quit any time, really), and waiting for my Irish oatmeal to finish cooking so that I can pour some Michigan maple syrup over it.
If you are not blessed to live in a part of the country that makes maple syrup, you need to go find some. I don’t know what’s in those other syrup bottles (OK, I do, I just don’t like to think about it), but real maple syrup started out in a maple tree in the late winter/early spring when a Michigander pounded taps into his maples and hung buckets on them, collecting the sap (unless he has one of those fancy vacuum systems). He collected the buckets, poured them in a vat, and cooked it down, filtered it, and bottled it. Now I’m eating it.
At some point I’m going to head out into the cold and make my way to the hospital, but meanwhile, it’s coffee and oatmeal time.
In other news, I’ve posted my review of The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. I posted it over at another site because I’m experimenting with reaching out to other audiences. I already have one post about the book here, and I hope to post more, since this is one of the best medical history books I’ve read in a while.
Happy wintry Saturday!