Gah

[rolanni]

Four a.m. cat-fight between Mozart and Scrabble woke the house. Combatants separated, we tried to go back to sleep. I think Steve may have done so, but I laid there for an hour, not breathing well and occasionally rubbing Hexapuma's stomach. He slept through the entire thing. The upside of being deaf.

The alarm went off and I staggered up, got lunch together, started coffee, oatmeal &c. Went outside to start the car and! -- you know where this is going right? -- all four doors frozen shut.

Steve managed to get the passenger door open and turn the key. Things are warming now, and that's Quite Enough Adventure for one day, right?

Right.

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[mardott.livejournal.com]

Yes, indeed. I hereby grant you a peaceful rest-of-the-day.

For all the good that may do you.

But my goodness. Having grown up in the desert, and living for decades around balmy SF Bay, it never occurred to me that car doors could freeze shut.

The diversity of this planet always amazes me.

[srmpublisher.livejournal.com]

And sometimes the doors don't freeze shut because there's ice in the locks but because the car is encased in 1/4 inch or more of ice. When we had the big ice storm some years back there were many inches of ice coating everything -- I used a hammer to break the ice on/over the windshields of our pair of old Crown Victoria police specials -- inches and inches of it -- and carried the ice into the basement to boil on the woodstove.

*fixed small typo