Tuesday, January 29, 2008
For All Of You Who Don't Live On The Frozen Tundra
Yesterday when I left work it was 39F. Today when I left work it was -6F. That's a 45 degree difference in 24 hours. The windchill (or feels like) temp when I left work was about -30F. I feel bad for those of you who are missing this. Honestly. Springtime is sooooo sweet up here because we endure this kind of stuff.
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It's true!
Neil
Your comments make me think of a verse from your favorite 70's hymn, Pass It On:
"What a wonderous time is spring, when all the trees are b-uh-uh-dding. The birds begin to sing, the flowers start their bl-oo-oo- ming..."
Now, doesn't that bring back fond memories?! If you can't remember the rest of the verse, just let me know. It is firmly ingrained in my head after singing it multiple times in multiple youth groups.
My favorite thing about winter is to take go outside and take deep breaths--the kind that reach all the way to the tips of one's toes--after being inside all day. There is not much more on earth that is as exhilarating as filling the lungs with frigid air.
Unfortunately, when the weather gets this cold, I start coughing with every deep breath I take outside. The air is so dry it's... shocking. Hee hee!
When I retire, I plan to be down south for a few months every winter and I don't see any point freezing your butt. How many people do you really see outside? I see myself walking along the beach! Lets face it, winter can be brutal here!
I don't mind the cold if it's not inconveniencing me. But this morning when I stopped to put gas in the car, it took more than five minutes to get about four gallons in, and the gas station attendant said the pump was slow because of the cold. This was a first for me. Maybe that was just Amoco's excuse for bad equipment.
Hey, it gets cold in Hotlanta. We've been starting the days off in the 30s. And trust me, people down here think they've earned it when spring starts in February.
Don't worry: I tell them they didn't earn anything and that the cold they think they feel would go away if they'd just put on a coat! Seriously, I encounter grown folks with no coats complaining about the cold. How hard is it to put on at least a sweater and jacket?
But I have to admit: after 12+ years down here, I'm not sure I'd want to go back to what y'all have had this week. I saw that frozen waterfall on TV. Now that's cold!
Speaking of no coats, TOYH and I have noticed that some of our fellow (male) Minneapolitans from south of the border will wear only a t-shirt when the windchills are below zero. What's up with that? Machismo? Delirium induced by cold weather and being far away from the familiar? Stupidity? Beer?
Don't worry Francis, if you moved back to the northern climes you would fall in love with bitterly cold weather all over again.
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