My life on ice

Overnight: This. Beautiful and deadly.

And useful! Melting ice for toilet flushing.

A walk (more a slide, slip, ass-fall) in the woods.

A tree, branches laden with ice, falls across the driveway.

And sometime during the night, a much bigger tree—a 60-foot Doug fir—uproots itself (with help from pounds and pounds of ice), making the access road impassable.

Why am I smiling? Because no trees hit the house (yet). Because I still have 1/2 tank of propane. Because I understand (even when I’m cursing and railing and kind of scared) that this is what privilege looks like. Because I have neighbors and friends. Because: Kristina.