Northern Exposure

It’s pretty cold these days.

The temperature gauge on our Subaru couldn’t even give a reading yesterday morning. It only showed a series of dashes like some sort of astonished stutter.

We’re averaging somewhere around 40 below with the wind-chill – although today’s a balmy -30.

It’s the kind-of cold where you have to plug in your car and where lots of drivers just leave their vehicles running. Friday night we went for dinner at Good Times and several idling trucks sat in the rammed parking lot, empty, their owners inside.

We both forgot our wallets, by the way, and the waitress sent us home to get them. You’d be surprised how often it happens, she said, waving us out into the night.

It’s the kind of cold that makes your fingers ache when you take off your mitts and freezes hair and eyelashes into a stiff sort of mesh.

DSC02915_1067x800But still, it’s sunny. The sky is an incredible bright blue and partly because we have a puppy (who, thankfully, has husky genetics and seems toughened to the chill) we have to go outside or else deal with an overly-hyper animal. Not to mention our own cabin fever.

So go outside we do – dressed for it, already adapting to it – and suck up the sun and fresh air before we race to the back door when Mowat stars limping because his paw pads are aching and he can’t run for even one more ball toss.




It’s a quiet existence. One of the teachers at J.’s school told him, almost as a warning, that we need to get out, get involved. That it’s essential.

And so we’re trying, but it’s that tricky thing of fitting into a new town and, for me, finding that balance between the naturally isolating work of writing and, um, getting a life. But I’ve got plans: volunteer work (somewhere), an ice-skating class, breakfast at the Hawaiian Diner after dropping J. at work where I’ll work on honing scenes from Swarm, free from the toddler-pup.

Time will pass and, slowly, hopefully, even in this deep freeze, some roots will grow.


4 Responses to Northern Exposure

  1. Julie January 13, 2013 at 6:26 pm #

    Hang in there kitties!
    It’s really good you’ve got a dog that will drag you outdoors. It would be so easy to just hunker down.
    We have a full-blown heat wave here, as I’m sure you’re well aware.

  2. Ryan January 13, 2013 at 2:46 pm #

    Those boots don’t seem so extreme now, eh? 😀

  3. Joy Mills January 13, 2013 at 1:58 pm #

    Love your writing, Lauren. I can almost feel that prickling cold inside my nose and I start blinking quickly with the knowledge that if I don’t, my eyeballs might freeze over. It’s a beautiful discomfort though, with a man and a man’s best friend accompanying you. There is that satisfying crunch of snow that you don’t get when walking in warmer temperatures. And your frosty curls are quite flattering! I’m sitting here feeling grateful that you’re loving the adventure and so glad that you bought warm parkas and giant arctic boots. (Oh, thankful too, that it’s +14 here, because I’m old.) Love to you, all 4. Can’t wait to meet Mowat on Skype.

  4. Dad January 13, 2013 at 1:57 pm #

    Sounds Awful!!! Keep warm for heaven’s sake.

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