A learning curve is associated with wintering in Montana. There is the obvious stuff: learning to take a coat when you go someplace, no matter how warm it is when you leave; learning to always carrying an ice scraper in your car. As a kid, you figure out at some point or another that you shouldn’t stick your tongue on frozen metal.
Desiree, having been rather suddenly
plunked into the middle of Montana as an adult, has been forced to learn our
winter ways in a rather abridged manner—sometimes by trial and error.
Yesterday, she learned another valuable lesson: you can’t wash the outside of
the windows if the temperature is in the single digits.
Desiree managed to step outside with
a wet rag without me noticing and forewarning her. Her laughter alerted me to
her failed efforts. As you might imagine, the water froze into crystalline
smears immediately as she wiped at the window.
We both laughed while appraising the
window from the inside.
“We will have to wait until the
temperature warms a bit to finish,” I suggested.
I have posted a photograph of the
window.
—Mitchell Hegman
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