more about me
the problem, as it turns out, is that i was recirculating damp air in the car, thus producing a small terrarium-on-wheels. i had figured that having the AC on would sufficiently dry the air, and had been operating on the supposition that doing much more than that would be a waste of heat, akin to driving with the window down and the AC on in July. in my oh-so-Yankee urge to conserve, i failed to observe that ice was probably coming from moisture, and that said moisture was coming from my warm-blooded breathing self. since i'm rather fond of breathing, i'm quite pleased to have found an alternative way to keep the moisture down.
and i'm only half joking about the transmission fluid. i know, i know - everyone is complaining about the weather. but hey, it's my perogative to observe that things are a mite chilly, persistently so, these days, yes? ;) now, i'm used to being cold. low blood pressure, (still reasonably) low body fat (more insulation this year than previous, but still...), and an inability to buy truly warm boots all add up to me being cold nearly all the time. and that's okay. hey, i live in New England - comes with the territory.
however, i can't remember the last time my car balked at the temperature. okay, that's not exactly true; Penny has never liked the damp. but cold? unending, Arctic freezes? days where even the indoor garage at the office is frigid? she doesn't quite know what to do with that. all of which led to:
my stick shift frozen in place.
at least, that's what it felt like. it was like trying to pull a chopstick thru a vat of rubber cement. unbelievable. she's usually a pretty punchy little car, so i was completely thrown. oh, and the windshield wipers? not iced to the window, as has happened in the past. just veeeeerrrrrry, very unhappy about moving across the glass, and willing to demonstrate such by nearly moaning in pain when i turned them on.
so it would appear that we're discovering the freeze point of various mechanical fluids this week. side note: earlier in the week, almost had a nasty moment as i found the freeze point for Coca Cola. fortunately, the bottle was only half full, otherwise the inevitable thaw could have been ugly. tangent on a tangent: spilled milk really should be cried over sometimes. i kept hoping that the cold would keep down the smell of sour milk in The Dane's car, but it didn't. nor could i keep convincing myself that we'd driven by a skunk. (overly logical brain says: it's not the *season* for skunks!)
one upside to the cold weather - pretty much nobody wants to go outside, so there was plenty of parking when i went to the grocery store (to buy ice cream) tonight. i'm also fantasizing that the energy required to stay warm will actually help me burn a few extra calories, because i'm all about the passive exercise. :)
anyhoo... just because i'm waffling again about the artificial line between journalling and blogging and how one (okay, me) organizes entries, here's a small miscellany of notes.
thanks again, peg, for the treats! she sent me some things from Thistle Farms, and not only are the treats sweet smelling and lovely, i very much like the philosophy behind the business - "promoting hope through healing".
t, i haven't forgotten that i owe you a Proper Missive. if i've missed you, have a lovely trip, and know there will be mail awaiting when you return.
b, sorry about the let down. but honestly, *i* couldn't listen to me sing boop boop be doop on the machine anymore. if you catch me at the right moment, i might sing it again, but it will take a *lot* of single malt. ;)
specifically (before the sassypants answers start streaming in), how does one keep car windows fog free in the cold weather?
i've had increasing trouble this winter with this, and not just because (like a dorkus malarkus) i hosed my rear window defroster, altho i'm sure that didn't help. on the really cold days, my windows end up looking like the first freeze on the local skating pond, but not before feeling like the car has its own internal weather system complete with fog bank.
(i'm having a flashback to high school, when john drove a bunch of us drama club geeks up to Boston to see a play, because his mother let him borrow her car and the rest of us were without transport. he couldn't figure out how to defog the windows, and ended up perched on a pillow, with a window rolled down, peering alternately out the window and out the top margin of the windshield, which was somehow clear. did i mention it was January, and we were all (except John) unlicensed and unwise in The Way of The Car?)
so, anyway, back to the current situation: Penny doesn't like the cold much, nor do i. except she expresses her dissatisfaction by icing over the inside of the windows. i had the heater fixed recently, which helps somewhat. (receipt from my mechanics, worth their weight in gold, read: 'Check poor heat quality. Find thermostat stuck open.' i'm not sure if the second is a directive or an observation.) but still...
here's what happens: i get in the car and start driving. when the engine warms up a bit (much more quickly now that the thermostat isn't stuck), i turn on the blower, low, hottest setting, defrost. (occasionally, i use AC to keep the air dry.) this helps keep things even for a bit. but eventually, the fog starts in.
it's especially problematic if i need to stop somewhere on the way home, because when i get back in the car, i need to use an ice scraper. inside. and that's not right.
so what have i missed, everyone? which chapter of Drivers Ed did i skip? what should i be doing differently to make Penny a happy car and keep myself from accidentally driving into your mailbox? tia, all.
i love listening to my friends. :) and it's calming to have good music on the headphones.
sign that i may not be firing on all cylinders today: looking at the side of my yogurt container and thinking 'why are there birds in there?'. uh huh. yeah, somehow, bifidus became birdies in my head.
y'know, trying to define and/or hold onto all the pieces of who i am or might be these days leaves me emotionally and physically exhausted, not to mention less than patient.
all i want to do is sleep. or (given the weather) hibernate.
what i think i will do instead: carve out regular gym time. i need the exercise, crave the focus, want the time, and lust after the whirlpool.