Only the manly need apply

Early last week when our car wouldn't start, Jeremy and I decided the best course of action would be to play ostrich. After all, the day the car didn't start was a bone-chilling 5 below (with a wind chill of 25 below). Perhaps it was just the cold, right? We figured that if we just bided our time, the car would eventually fix itself. No harm, no foul.

When la voiture still wouldn't start five days later, we began to realize that perhaps more sinister forces than a cold snap were at work. As it turns out, our battery had died. Rather than try to jump it (Prevent Blindness America discourages this heavily) we decided to go ahead and replace it. Jeremy, concerned not with the process of battery changing but with the sheer guts needed to do it successfully, enlisted the help of our friend Ryan. A mere three hours later, the car started with no problems! Since then, we've had not one problem starting the car. And luckily, Jeremy is not blind, saving us the challenge of conceiving for him a new career suited to a blind man with a weak back and delicate hands (although we both got pretty excited at the thought of starting our own tuna microcannery).

Since the day of the battery change was a pleasant 40 degrees, Clara and I ventured out to check the progress of our favorite mechanics. Lucky Clara was able to have her first snow experience, lounging in the powder. She was most enthused.