We drove 500 miles Tuesday straight into wind chills of -30 F. The van performed admirably, not kicking up a fuss until we got home. The Check Engine and You are Skidding lights came on and wouldn’t turn off. Tonight the temperature soared to 11, and the lights went off. I don’t blame the van for the protest. I am grateful I don’t have to take the van in for repairs.
Husband traveled to the Fort Berthold reservation tonight to find that the pipes are frozen in his tribal housing. He got tons of bottled water, turned on the space heater, opened the cupboard doors, and prayed that the pipes thaw in the night. If not, he stays at the casino tomorrow. We remain grateful, cheerful, and hopeful. After all, what else is there to do?
What are good ways to cope with the cold?