for the past two mornings, there’s been ice on my windshield. the first time, i was thrown into abject panic. (i like being early for work, okay?) floridians, as a rule, don’t own ice scrapers. i tried scraping it off with my gate key, to no avail. then sohei rationally pointed out that the defroster would be helpful in this situation, and it was. the ice was pretty thin, coz it melted in a couple minutes. i used to think i liked cold, but i’m not too sure about that now. i hate hot, too, though. just give me temperate with a breeze. there’s no way i can go back to iowa, i guess. and then i wondered how cold it must be in canada, land of the generally awesome. so i added saskatoon to my ipod weather thing. holy shit, guys. i don’t know how you stand it. i get whiny when it drops below 40 here. (below 40, not 40 below, obviously.)
what’s really stupid is that i was oblivious re: cold when i lived in iowa. (birth – nearly 7 y.o.) do kids just not notice cold or what? i played outside in the snow for as long as my mum let me. of course, i had slacks and sweaters and snow pants and a huge coat and a snot-encrusted scarf and puffy mittens and boots and a hat my mum made me with little ear flaps. nowadays i have jeans and a cami, slip-on shoes, a hoodie, and a threadbare camo jacket. maybe i should let someone else dress me. apparently it was really, really freezing the night my sister was born. it was late, and so cold outside that the usual bundling wouldn’t suffice. in addition to all that, i was zipped up in a sleeping bag and carried to the car. (it was christmas, and no one was around to watch me, so i got to go to the hospital.) i don’t remember how cold it was, but that was the only time i remember being thrown into a sleeping bag when there weren’t any tornadoes about.
and now another thought occurs. when we were in nc for christmas a couple years ago, it snowed, and we walked around in it all afternoon. i was cold, but not “oh my god i’m going to die” cold. maybe it’s just too early in the morning for that kind of thing.
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