A more efficient poop

So, I made it to the cabin for about 4 days.  Here's the thing.  The generator is simply a piece of shit and has been since it's arrival.   Tell me how an emergency generator can justify calling itself an emergency generator while refusing to start in cold weather?  I can't even run away from home with any real success. I had a blast while I was there though.  My first time staying there in the winter and I have to hand it to those ancestors, they must have had crazy cold feet all the time.  Of course, this might be due to the fact that there is no insulation in the floor.  It's pretty obvious that if there are to be any more winter excursions, I need to pack some damned slippers.

The kids positively giggled the whole time.  Noodle was thrilled to be able to just go outside without a leash or supervision and he made sure to pee on everything that didn't run away from him. He even carried in some firewood for me.  Well, he carried the wood around, I had to do some convincing to get him to actually give it to me.

During my morning constitutional, I managed to take a picture of my view from the outhouse...

I'm pretty much convinced that sitting in a frigid outhouse, gazing over at the snug cabin, nestled in the snow with smoke curling from the chimneys, makes for a more efficient poop. Efficiency is multiplied by at least 20 percent with the complete disregard for any kind of protective outdoor-type gear.  In other words, one does not dilly dally when sitting in the snow with only a flannel nightgown and a pair of moon boots. However, my mother, who happens to be the most resourceful woman I know, hot glued strips of red plaid flannel to the outhouse toilet seat, making the whole scenario much more welcoming to someone unaccustomed to "outside chores."

Also, I should really find some expert advice on the subject of coffee brewing on wood cook stove.  As most of you know, I am a coffee inamorata.  One of the few beverages that I am able to truly enjoy in it's true form after GB without the addition of carcinogens like aspartame and space-age-carb-killing alien pee. That being said, its important to me that my coffee does not taste like a fat man's armpit.

Sadly, I have no natural talent for brewing coffee the old fashioned way, so I suffered a weekend of axilla brew, softened only by the addition of copious amounts of non-dairy creamer.

Sadly, a sucky generator does not an internet support, so after a lot of swearing, a little crying, gnashing of teeth and foot stamping, I resigned myself to packing up and heading home in hopes of a more reliable electricity option come spring.  There are times unemployment screams happiness to me...of course, that is until the bills show up.  Then, I'm thankful for my awesome portable job and reserve the right to bitch a lot when modern marvels like a propane emergency generator proves itself worthless.