I took this photo yesterday morning of a little Sultan that I’ve had for 4 years. She pops out of the coop every day to scratch around, bustle with the biddies, play her part in the flock. She always looks great, even if her outfit is akin to a luxurious bathrobe and slippers. We’ve had below & hovering around zero weather lately, but Sal doesn’t turn tail and run like some of the other girls. Nope, she’s out there. Taking it all in.
Next we have Schill, the glamorous Maine Coon Cat. Schill is short for “Schilling”, as in Curt Schilling, who helped our favorite Red Sox win the 2004 World Series. We call him the “Big Schill” and he has so much presence in our home, amongst our other cats and dogs. Here he is, surveying the front yard from his rooftop perch yesterday afternoon. Bold move, Schill. Way to be the Big Guy!
And here are Char & myself & friends, this past Saturday. The air temperature was about 9 degrees above zero at plunge time with a brisk and steady wind. This was Char’s 4th plunge and my 3rd, and our team consisted of my Youth Group and friends raised a little more than $2,000 for Vermont Special Olympics.
Everyone asks, “Why? How? What was it like?”
It’s for a great cause. We’re crazy fun people, also. As you can see, we have ridiculous costumes which were supposed to be some sort of scholarly owl-look. We didn’t win any prizes.
When it’s actually time to plunge, you don’t want to spend much time analyzing. It’s all a blur and you just go for it. You can’t see it, but the water we’re jumping into is surrounded by thick ice that had to be chainsawed to carve out an opening. And yeah, its super cold. But we did it.
And we’ll do it again next year.
Because we’re not chicken. No, I know what we are. And now that I realize it, I’m really grateful.