Carfree, carefree

I've found a great way to get the hubby to stop driving everywhere every five minutes on spurious errands which could be consolidated to save fuel: get the car engine to blow up so you're stranded in your country cottage in a snowstorm and 20 degree temperatures.

Brilliant, eh? He hasn't driven anywhere all day.

He did, however, cycle to Narrowsburg and back on his BMX in said 20 degree temperatures to pay a check into the bank and collect the mandatory bottle of red (interesting the one he picked is eco-friendly, non-GMO and biodiesel-fueled - fantastic stuff) . That's an 18 mile round trip through the foothills of the Catskill mountains on a bike with no gears. Impressive.

And yesterday, when it was 'real feel' -8 degrees F and the car blew up stranding him halfway between here and Narrowsburg with no coat and no gloves, he actually jogged the five or so miles home (he apologized for having to jettison my cappuccino along the way - his hands were too cold to hold it).

Who knew he was even capable of such athleticism? Though I have a feeling that come tomorrow, he won't even be able to walk.

But he'll have to because we're taking Dot baby sledging (it's beautiful out there now, a veritable winter wonderland).

By the way, further to yesterday's post about eco-sexuals, the hubby stormed into the bathroom this morning. "If I'd known then what I know now you woldn;t have been in with much of a chance, either," he said with a flounce. Fair enough, I suppose, but I know he doesn't really mean it.