abominable winter
by bam
excuse me if i sound grumpy today, though i do think it’s fine to know that moods come in all sorts of colors. and my color today is grumpy gray. i might be suffering a slight case of the housebounds, in which we’re more or less stuck in the house thanks to the veritable stalactites of ice that have formed just above our front door.
to enter or exit by way of the ice cave is an obstacle of death-defying proportion. there’s the dripping from way up above, and the stoop where you’d step is a sleek sheet of bone-breaking ice; the buckets we’ve plonked there under the drips seem to fill by the hour. i fear the leaking to come once the layers of snow begin their unrestrained melt—but that’s getting ahead of the worries (a particular knack i’m not proud of).
we’d be utterly stuck in the house if not for the snowman i married, who courageously set out across the tundra to get to the store in his snow boots, trekking down the middle of streets, the only path cleared by the snow plows. he saved the day, yes he did, when he ferried home 10 pounds of ice-melting salt.
after a day of gently and safely making some headway, i decided not to leave well enough alone. i decided to get in on the act, ignoring the fact that my bones are quite thin and quite brittle. and for reasons that now escape me, i decided to bang on the bucket of ice with my fist. one swift thwack and i realized quite clearly my ignorance.
as i sit here typing with ice pack wrapped round my wrist, and a makeshift splint holding it tight, i’m scanning the forecasts for any degrees higher than freezing. since typing makes me wince, and i’d best store up for the pages i’ve yet to type for that book in the works, i shall once again make short of it here, and leave you with a sure cure for the housebound blues (or the grumpy grays, should that be your color of choice).
once upon a healing soak, a do-it-yourself hot-water escape…
try this: fill your tub with the hottest water your naked limbs can take, plop in a few shakes of DIY bath salts, instructions courtesy of an old homesteader below. dawdle there till your skin wrinkles like raisins, or you feel your mood starting to lighten (whichever comes first). if this doesn’t work, play polynesian tunes, and sway in your towel, as if on the beach on a faraway island.
you’ll need:
- ½ cup epsom salts
- ½ cup sea salt
- ½ cup baking soda
- 10-15 drops of essential oils (find variations and formulations below)
mix the epsom salts, sea salt and baking soda together in a bowl. add your essential oils. rule of thumb here is 10 drops per cup of the salt mixture, so in this case you’ll need15 drops of whatever your essential oil. use less if you like things on the milder side.
scoop it into a jar with a lid; any washed-out vessel will do. save the extra for your next gray or blue day.
now, a few essential oil concoctions for your DIY bath salts; take your pick, depending on whatever it is you’re after, a little tranquility, petal-soft skin, or the chance to take a deep cleansing breath:
tranquility blend:
10 drops lavender oil
5 drops vetiver (the oil of tranquility, apparently)
a blend for petal-soft skin:
5 drops lavender oil
5 drops frankincense
5 drops palmarosa
- you could use 10 drops lavender + 5 drops frankincense if you don’t have palmarosa on hand.
deep-breathing blend:
10 drops eucalyptus
5 drops tea tree
i could be coming to you next week from an ark, should these bergs start to melt with alacrity. in the meantime, do tell of your cures for the deep-winter blues.
Same icy thing is happening here! There is an ice skating rink at the base of our front stoop, so I went through the house to the back door to get the ice melting salt that’s kept in a container on the back patio. I couldn’t open the screen door! Icicles hang above blocking the door somewhat I guess, but there also appears to be thick ice at the base of the door. I tried to bang it open, but I feared I’d crack the door. So now I’m sitting in my kitchen, sipping tea, and planning the next strategy. Sigh.
doesn’t sound like i’ll run into you at the bone doctor’s office, which i am very much trying to avoid. i am probably pretending that i can wish away whatever i’ve done…..how bout a hair dryer blowing at the base of the screen door? or a stack of hot soaked towels from the inside? it’s truly tough stuff, that ice…..oy. anyway, darlin, good luck!
I like both of those ideas! Thanks. And I really hope the hand needs a little rest and nothing else.
Your poor hand! Ice here too but not on top of all the snow you have. I’m curing winter blues with singing to Mitch Miller, Pandora or Sirius as my spouse hides upstairs. Also, I find dancing alone in my kitchen is particularly helpful!
oh, i can see you dancing! love that the hubby hides. maybe the message here is we should just stay put for a few more days — the first day without freeze keeps moving farther and farther away here, as if it’s some giant game of catch-me-if-you-can with the weather gods….
So sorry about your wrist! Glad for your knight in shining armor who went on the quest for ice melt. Lucky you. Something this year that has brightened my winter (in addition to blue skies and bright sunny days) are a couple of amaryllis bulbs, planted at different times, which have blessed me with a succession of brilliant red blooms since Christmas!
ah, yes, my beautiful church dropped an amaryllis bulb + a booklet of emily dickinson poems at everyone’s front doorknob, for lent, no less. it included a marvelous bit of ancient church tradition in which the original Hebrew scriptural word for “dust,” (unto dust you shall return) is translated to mean either earth, dust, powder, or ashes, so we were invited to use the “earth” in which the bulb was planted as DIY ashes at home. so all morning on wednesday i walked around with an amaryllis-dirt cross on my forehead. and now my bulb is beginning to reach for the sun…..
blessed be the trumpet flower of winter-to-spring…..
Oh no… I’m so sad to hear you’ve hurt yourself… Is this your right wrist? You poor sweet thing…
yup, the hand i decided to bang with is the same hand i do everything with. ben gay is my friend this morning. xoxox
What Amy said…boo on boo-boos. Sending healing thoughts, virtual hugs. xoxoxoxo
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So sorry about your wrist! Hope it feels much better very soon! Right now I’m sitting in a pool of sunshine, watching the birds eat, and listening to my wind chimes. Surely spring will be here soon!
sounds heavenly. i love how the snow magnifies the sun…….