Is it just me, or does anyone else hate that question? You get the same one in Summer, only substituting the word cold with hot. I've always found it irritating in the extreme, but one day I found myself saying it *gasp*! That did not just come out of my mouth! But it did! One of those instances where you wish you could reel it back in like a fishing line. Ugh! I had become one them - I had crossed over...but maybe hope is still alive if I make a mental promise to never utter the foul phrase again!! LOL
The temps here, and elsewhere from the Midwest eastward and southward, have been horribly, record-breakingly cold (I know that's not a word - I just made it up. I can do that. It's my blog). Right now, as I type, the actual temperature is 9 degrees. The windchill is fluctuating with the breeze: -1, -12, -6...ugh! A lot of people are saying that this is winter like it was back in the day...back when they were kids. Others are saying the amount of snow is like it was back then, but not the temps. And they're not liking it, lol. Of course this is the crowd that needs to worry about breaking a hip if they slip on ice, so no, they wouldn't like it. I'm not liking it much either, though and I'm not part of that generation. However, things can still get broken at my age so, caution is advisable. We have had snow on the ground since Christmas Eve without a break. I'm thinking this must be what it's like to live in Alaska, only not as beautiful. So there is the trade off: white, snow-covered everything 8 months or whatever out of the year, but it's a gorgeous view. Here - enormous piles of icky black & white scraped snow on every street corner...not as pretty to look at, I'm thinking. Of course, the snow covers up the various piles of junk lying around in certain yards and manages to make them look rather fetching - until it melts. "Ahhh...there's your treasure" (quote from the first Mummy movie with Brendan Fraser, lol)
My mother-in-law had a New Years/Christmas get-together at her house New Year's Day. Bobby's sisters were in town, and all the grandkids and great grandkids were there and it was a chance for everyone who couldn't get together on Christmas or Thanksgiving to visit and exchange gifts. Of course this happened after the big announcement at Thanksgiving that there would be no more dinners at her house...did I dream that? Hmmm...Anyhoo, since they live just down the street from us, Bobby & I sent the kids on ahead and we walked down together. Now, our street is a solid sheet of ice since the snow plows never even looked at our street, so we were walking carefully. I was doing pretty good, until I got involved in something I was telling Bobby, and I wasn't paying attention. It was like a ballet in slow mo, only not nearly as graceful. It took me a minute to go down as I made a valiant effort to stay on my feet, but alas! It was not to be...down I went, and with my husband laughing his head off, no less. Then we both started laughing wondering if the neighbors saw me go down and him not even trying to help. I'll be paying more attention next time, lol.
