Waiting for Thaw

I was talking to a friend the other day, and I was telling her that I am having a hard time blogging lately because I am afraid that all of my posts will come across as bitter. We are cruising into the last days of February, and the temperature has not been above freezing even one day. Sunday, March 1, may be a day above freezing. The reports are conflicting. My phone weather app reads 36 degrees. Weather.com only reports 31. The 10-day forecast again, shows most days below freezing.

I have never wanted thaw so desperately. We are in a holding pattern here. All of the windows are frozen shut, so I am unable remove ice from between the storm window and the interior windows. I just finished a second package of disposable diapers to contain the window leaks. Several days of sub-zero temperatures did offer a short reprieve from the dripping, but now that we have reached a balmy 20 degrees, the drips have started again in earnest.

I feel like an ER doctor waiting for a major trauma to push through the doors. On the first day of thaw, BHH is going to start weeping like a dam with a slow leak, and we will be doing nothing but triage until the ice dam leakage subsides.

I am trying to keep my mind occupied with other things, but I am a doer. I get stuff done. Nothing makes me feel more agitated than having a well-detailed plan that I am unable to execute due to circumstances that are beyond my control. I just want this ice dam mess behind us. I dream of a whole crew coming out to fix our house, but after the roof/insulation/drainage project, but I know that crew is really just going to be Andy and I with a bucket, a mop and a whole lot of holes in the walls. I need to stop watching HGTV at the gym. They get everything done in a half an hour. Jealousy is ugly.

My goal for today is simple. I am going to try to work on something I can actually complete, and I will attempt to take the day off from feeling bitter about Mother Nature’s deep freeze.