I could happily live somewhere where it was in the 50s and 60s year-round. If there only WAS such a place.
The minister of the church I was at a week and a half ago praised the congregation because so many dedicated people showed up in 19F weather. I had to laugh. Granted, I have lived in several places which were much colder routinely (I started my life in Minnesota) but 19F is not sufficiently nasty weather to keep most people home, especially if there is no snow, ice or other stuff on the roads.
but there is, whiterabbit!
In Dublin, the mean daily max ranges from 7.5 C (45F) to 18.9 (66F)…
snow is a rarity, temperature rarely exceeds 25 C (77 F) in summer. and all this at 53 deg North.
Take today for example, mid jan, currently 9C, 46 F. ok, probably a little colder than you’re looking for…
as long as you can put up with all the wind and rain.
It’s funny - I moved from New York to Texas last July. I dealt with the heat just fine, but now the cold is getting to me. I guess I adjusted too quickly to the heat - it gets down to 28 and I want gloves and a hat and my shearling-lined jacket and a scarf. There’s not even a windchill! Back home I’d only put on gloves if it was in single digits.
People certainly have been overreacting, I think, in some areas. It’s been colder where I live than it usually gets, with a week of severe winds. But I recognize that it’s downright balmy compared to some areas to the north and west.
Whenever I’m tempted to complain about the cold I think about my grandmother who grew up in Minnesota in a house without indoor plumbing. Imagine having to trudge to an outhouse in sub zero temps. I’m a spoiled crybaby!
What I don’t get is…I spent some 33 years in cold places before moving to the balmy/oh-my-God-I’m-going-to-stick-to-my-steering-wheel side. I remember the days, five years ago, when 35 degrees was a day at the beach. Now, even though mentally I know that 50 or 60 degrees is warm in comparison to many places, my teeth chatter, and I feel the same as when I felt in 10 degree weather. I walk around in a turtle neck and socks when it’s 70. It’s honestly not me being a wimp, it’s my body being freezing.
I just moved from Tennessee to New York. I think I’ve adjusted fairly well. 30F is a nice day to me.
My boyfriend’s brother called from Texas when the Northeast was going through that cold spell. He was about to complain about the 30-40 degree weather they were having when I told him that it hadn’t gotten above 0 that day. He was amazed that we could live up here.
My mother complains when it starts snowing in Tennessee. I just remind her that I’ve yet to see what the ground in this town looks like.
It was horrible here today! It barely got above sixty, there were sprinkles of rain this morning, and I had to wear my jacket all day. Somebody hold me.
My cousins in Alaska tell me about their car’s engine blocks cracking and their scarves freezing onto their beards and such. I think all you cold weather people deserve medals.
Then pin one on me.
N. Dak.
Currently -10 degrees.
Wind chill = -30 freeking degrees.
I just went to the grocery store and my ass froze right off.
And my boogers froze in my nose. That hurts.
and it doesn’t look like it’s gonna get much better any time soon.
Rabbit, I figure that being here a year you were in New Orleans for the last hurricane season. After being through a hurricane season in New Orleans, nothing else suprises me. When one approaches, I board up my windows and stock up on cigars and beer. Most everyone else acts like a nuclear war is starting in 15 minutes. Each year the local news airs programs about how eventually a cat 5 storm is going to hit the city and kill hundreds of thousands of people.
Compared to all that, I’m happy to hear about a little cold weather 
You should move here. We get down to below -20 and up to over 100, both Fahrenheit. Not often, but often enough that the newscasters know that freezing isn’t frigid and that 85 isn’t scorching.
We also lose people to both hypothermia and heat stroke, but not that often and never on the same day.
Weather disproportionality always amuses me. For example, we Montrealers will never let Torontonians live it down for having called in the army to deal with a few feet of snow a couple years back.
Then there were all those Spaniards who asked me if I, as a Canadian, wasn’t burning up in Madrid in July. At the time, it was hotter in Montreal.
Well, if a cat 5 storm hit straight on, we WOULD be pretty much screwed. But I’d also be long gone!
I can’t be casual about a hurricane. My mom’s husband is good at dealing with them, having lived all over the Pacific for years and going through lots of typhoons, but they DO warrant some concern, dontcha think? I agree the weather guys go too nuts over it, but at least I can see WHY they might.
And yes, in my little universe, it’s fine for them to do that about a hurricane. Just shut up about the “frigid wintry weather” at 31F. It’s all about ME!
I, for one, do not believe that it ever gets hot in the South. I believe that this notion is a conspiracy designed to keep us yankee commie liberals up here where we belong. We are afraid of sweltering heat, but this fear is instilled by black helicopters beaming mind control rays into our brains. This is augmented by poisonous jet contrails. Why? To keep us from finding out the real truth behind the moon hoax.
Cite, you ask? I’ll give you three.
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I visit northern Florida every year in late December. Even indoors, I have to wear a winter coat. I have to wear sweaters. I never wear sweaters in Boston.
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Several years ago I went to North Carolina. In July. Deep South. Mid-summer. Should be hot, right? Wrong. I froze my fucking nuts off. It never once got above 60F. I actually had to go north to take the chill off.
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Around that same time, I spoke to a friend on the phone almost every day. She was from Florida. She constantly complained about the heat. She also called me a wimp for not being able to deal with the so-called heat way up here in the frozen north. Keep in mind that she was in an air conditioned house. I was on the top floor of an apartment with no AC. Every day we compared temperatures. Boston was – consistantly – 2-4 degrees hotter. Every single day. For an entire summer.
Ooh, it’s “hot” down there? Cry me a frozen fucking river, y’all. Chitlins, is that some kind of disghusting Inuit food? Are boiled peanuts some kind of Eskimo thing? Are grits originally from goddam Siberia?
Mmmmmm… NC is rather odd. the winds coming off the Ocean really chill the place. But I assure you you’ve never felt hel until you live in the deep south next to a river, be it the Tenessee, the Missippi, or what.
I was 300 miles inland!
It doesn’t usually get all that hot here – I’m not sure I’ve seen it get above 95F – but it’s FUCKING HUMID. Come down here in July or August and swelter with us. It’s horrid.
Thanks for the invite, but the near 100% humidity we get here is some truly high quality swelterification.
And this morning it was -22. Way to go.
Were you up in Asheville at the time? Asheville is rather elevated.
But look, odd weather happens everywhere.