First the time, then the weather. THEN the words.

THE TIME

This morning, I dreamed a digital clock, which showed me 7:31.

I woke up. Immediately checked the time. It was actually 7:41.

My brain is ten minutes slowdammit.

Anybody still have your copy of The Brand New Human’s User Manual? If you do, could you give me the steps for resetting my brain clock? At least my software has updated to the digital clock, but I’m pretty sure my manual got lost in a move.

THE WEATHER

Right now, outside it’s 16℉. According to my weather app, we’re not going to go above freezing for the rest of the week. The last time I saw weather like this, I was nine years old; I lived in Alaska, three miles upriver from Kwethluk, in an enormous 3-story log-cabin boys’ dorm where my folks were dorm parents; and we heated the place with wood, which my father and the bigger boys in the dorm went outside and cut.

The entire compound had been, I suspect, a cold-war US listening post — though nobody tells nine-year-old girls this sort of thing. You have to piece that stuff together by yourself from context.

The compound still had a flag on one of the walls, though, that said Nunipistinguk — which in the local Yu’piks’ dialect probably meant “Those Dummies Built a Basement in Tundra.”

(Every time the river rose over the banks — which was a recurring spring-thaw event — the basement flooded.)

(As a longish aside, because my one-room, five-grade school up in the boys’ dorm attic, was in English and the kids there were all learning English, the only thing I ever learned to say in the local dialect was “I want another cup of coffee.”

The spelling is wrong, but I learned it phonetically. It sounded like “jolly goofamick gootooden.” I was nine back then, and nobody sane would have let me near coffee. (Votes are still out on whether someone wound as tight as I am should be drinking it even now.) So I never got to try the request out in real life.

(If you know any Yu’piks, ask if that’s what it actually means. If it’s profanity someone thought it was funny to teach a kid, I apologize. I much prefer to make my profanity intentional.)

Oh. And I still remember the word gussak. Which, as the nine-year-old outsider, I got called a lot by the other kids. It’s derogatory. It derives from the word Cossack.

Anyway, the extreme low temperatures we’re moving into in the north and east, if they hold, will be the most extended period of deep cold I’ve experienced since Alaska — so if you’re up in the Big Purple Belt of coming freezing temperatures, here’s some useful information I learned when I lived on tundra.

The coldest temperature I ever experienced was in Alaska, and it was -81℉. Not a typo. (This was in either the winter of 1969 or the winter of 1970 — probably ’70).

The military guys — who I assume built and operated the place before the US military decommissioned the site and sold it to the Moravians — had an Arctic thermometer outside the window of what was, to me, the boys’ dorm-parents’ suite (probably officers’ quarters) which was situated on the floor beneath the boys dorm (certainly barracks). Anyway, I wanted to go outside to play, in spite of having seen the temperature.

So my dad walked me over to the door, opened it, threw the contents of a cup of hot coffee he’d been drinking over the steps down to the boardwalk — and the liquid exploded with a crack like a shotgun, and turned into brown snow. 

What I Learned: Things made out of mostly water don’t go outside in weather like that. Since a lot of us are about to have weather like that… be careful out there. Fingers, toes, and noses don’t grow back.

 

THE WORDS

Today, my fingers flew. I got 1,386 words — significantly over my must-hit objective of 1,111. And I found out something so very, very cool about what caused the invisible car. It wasn’t something I’d planned, it wasn’t something I’d even imagined, but when the words started rolling, it just rolled out, and it gave me another scary thing to drop into my little Ohio town.

Also, I’m creeping toward identifying a character who’s going to be very important in Book 3. I’ve known all along who he really is, but it’s one of those things that I’m dripping into the stories a bit at time. And today, I discovered something new about him.

Excellent Monday, and I’m very happy with the results.

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4 comments… add one
  • Lita Feb 9, 2021 @ 12:43

    May I have a cup of coffee, please?:

    Ga i baned o goffi os gwelwch chi’n dda?

    Okay, yes, that’s Welsh.

    I love this blog.

    • Holly Feb 18, 2021 @ 10:17

      Thank you, Lita.

      I’m so glad to be back to writing it again. It gives my writing day some shape and form, and puts my progress on the words right out there where I can revisit them months and years later.

      And it’s a lot of fun to talk to the folks who are looking forward to the books.

      And thank you for another way to ask for coffee. If I can figure out the pronunciation and not turn it into something like “Please pour hot cheese on my head.”

  • Cuyler Callahan Feb 8, 2021 @ 23:35

    I work on a dairy farm. This morning, it was -40 Celsius -52 with the windchill. After doing the conversion to Fahrenheit, I realized -40 Celsius is equal to -40 Fahrenheit. I’m in Canada. Needless to say, everything was frozen this morning, and my normal 3 hours of chores took 7 as I had to break ice on everything wet. Very frustrating morning. Been dealing with it for a week now, and we have another week forecasted.

    I had to convert your -81 F to Celsius, and it came out to -62 C. I’ve experienced this type of temperature once, as a child, in Northern British Columbia, near Fort St. John. You might have heard of it if you lived in Alaska. It’s on the Alaska Highway.

    I would be the first on the school bus. My uncle drove, and I was the first on his bus. My dad dropped me off at his place. Took him an hour to get the bus started, running a propane heater under it. Once we started moving, the tires were so frozen, they held shape (The flat spot) for twenty minutes before they rounded.

    He got a call on his radio the school was cancelled, but to still run the route and pick up any kids waiting with no parents home. (Sometimes happens that parents leave the kids at the driveway, and head to work, locking the kids out.) We were an hour from Fort St. John.

    Anyways, your story of the Alaskan temperatures brought back that memory. That hot water trick is always fun to watch.

    • Holly Feb 9, 2021 @ 9:22

      Took him an hour to get the bus started, running a propane heater under it. Once we started moving, the tires were so frozen, they held shape (The flat spot) for twenty minutes before they rounded.

      Oh, that’s awesome.

      Also that your uncle picked up the kids, knowing that they might be locked out of the house. That’s a good safety feature in a place with that kind of weather.

      My knowledge of the details of mechanical maintenance is pretty non-specific. We had a little better set-up, so our one vehicle with tires never had that problem.

      I remember that we stored the mission’s pickup truck and snowmobiles in the Quonset hut, and it had some sort of oil heater that the men started fueling and lighting when temperatures were due to get really low to prevent the fuel or oil (or maybe fuel lines) from freezing.

      I was nine and ten — my memory of the details related to mechanical stuff is fuzzy.

      I had to convert your -81 F to Celsius, and it came out to -62 C. I’ve experienced this type of temperature once, as a child, in Northern British Columbia, near Fort St. John. You might have heard of it if you lived in Alaska. It’s on the Alaska Highway.

      I hadn’t, but then, Kwethluk is deep in the Alaskan interior. We were sixty miles from the Bering Strait. Where I lived, there were no roads. In the winter, we drove on the frozen river in the pickup truck or on snowmobiles (or just for fun, on the dogsled). The ice was six feet thick or more in most places, so if you didn’t hit any air pockets that had been covered by snow, it was relatively safe.

      Kinda like Russian roulette.

      In the summer, we used standard Eskimo fishing boats with outboard motors, or the ridiculous cabin-and-diesel-powered monstrosity that I suspect was some sort of military vehicle before it was left behind for the new owners.

      I work on a dairy farm. This morning, it was -40 Celsius -52 with the windchill. After doing the conversion to Fahrenheit, I realized -40 Celsius is equal to -40 Fahrenheit. I’m in Canada. Needless to say, everything was frozen this morning, and my normal 3 hours of chores took 7 as I had to break ice on everything wet. Very frustrating morning. Been dealing with it for a week now, and we have another week forecasted.

      Yeah, we’re in for another week or so, as well. At least at the moment I have the pleasure of sitting in my office peeking out the window while I work, and watching the snow.

      There is nothing like spending forty years in the deep south and Florida (which for reasons that elude me does not consider itself a part of the deep south) to make you miss the shit out of autumn, winter, spring… and SNOW. Having to clean stables in it (as I did as a kid) removes some of the “Hot Shit, SNOW!” factor. Anyway… hang in.

      And I’m glad other folks know about and enjoy the instant exploding snow trick.

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