It’s even too cold for me
By Angela Shepherd email@example.com
On a hot summer day I have remarked more than once on my plans to move north of our country’s border, well into Canada. But, with the sustained, bitterly cold temperatures of late, I am rethinking that strategy of escape from too-hot summer days.
Always a fan of winter, I rarely think about a vacation to a sunny beach or to tropical locales. When I think of a vacation, my mind drifts to the colder, wetter climates. And while I am still a fan of winter, my mind has been on the warmer places lately.
Evidence to this is that when recently looking for an image to use as my desktop background, I noticed during the search that I had drifted to images of white, sandy beaches and palm trees. Hmmm.
I am usually looking for pictures of snow-capped mountains and other cold weather climate images.
I like winter.
I love snow.
I don’t mind the cold.
But, this kind of cold has been a little harder for me to enjoy.
The bulk of my wardrobe is of warmer-weather items like scarves and turtle necks.
I have just shy of a bazillion heavy, knit scarves with matching toboggans and gloves. I have furry, and very warm, snow boots. I have oodles of hoodies and wool socks with which to layer myself against the cold.
But even my proclivity for cold weather preparedness has not prepared me for the enduring freeze we are in.
And as miserable as I have been at times, I am still reserving my proclamations of my intent to, in the future, become a Canadian, for the too, too hot summer days that I cannot bear.
The cold, well, it’s just been too cold and there is a certain fear that goes along with that, too.
I have been packing things along with me to work should I need them in between here and Greenfield, like my furry and very warm boots.
I mean, you just can’t really escape temperatures like this. Unless, of course, one chooses to jet off to some warm and gorgeous place where tiki huts and scant clothing is prevalent.
But on the brighter side of this deep freeze, I am noticing that my body is adapting, as bodies will do.
Where a couple of weeks ago stepping out into the frigid temps would have produced an immediate and painful reaction in the extremities (like noses and fingers), I am not noticing the same these last few days.
Perhaps this is just how things work. Or, perhaps, I am becoming prepared for that day when I have had enough of the 90-plus degrees and I pack all my scarves up and head north.
I don’t know.
But, for now at least, I am really looking forward to spring.
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