I guess that depends on when you regain enough feeling in your fingers to type again. I’m gonna guess sometime around July. 
I was just kidding with the GWN comment. Heck, the coldest temperature I’ve personally experienced was around thirty-five below (in Plattsburgh). Loved every minute of it, too. So, what’s it like living up there? I’ve often considered giving it a shot.
I am always freezing. If it gets below 60 outside, inside I’m likely wearing a sock cap.
Right now, it’s jeans, a sweatshirt, a fleecy cardigan over that, plus my sock cap. I’m fairly comfortable.
I’m also almost phobic about the cold. I read a book once where a character fell into an icy river (and I’m looking at you, RO, with your tales of falling in) and I felt faint. The idea of that just horrifies me.
And, of course, I live with a human furnace who is currently wearing only shorts. Sometimes, I hate him!
Compared to the others around me, no, but in comparison to some of you, probably. My ideal weather is from the mid 50s to the mid 70s, overcast, misty, and windy (which I often get… I love the Pacific Northwest) but I am sometimes easily chilled.
I’ve been having to run the heat in my house recently because my extremities get cold really easy and I cannot tolerate my feet freezing or my hands. A cold torso or face is one thing, but frostbitten toes are another.
I much prefer the cold to the heat though.
It varies, but in winter I tend to the cold more than some people. My toes especially, even when inside. I wear moccassins and sometimes socks as well most of the winter. It’s funny… to wander around even inside I dress somewhat warmly but when I go to sleep I wear only a thin cami and pj pants (and socks).
I really feel sorry though for the people I see bundled up like snowmen when it’s not even below 0 out. How do they deal when it gets to -20 to 30 and sometimes even (rarely for this area thank goodness) -40?
Well, a couple years ago, during the summer, Mom went to visit her siblings in California. During the kind of heat wave where the train tracks bow, asphalt melts, and it seems, random vehicles on the freeway burst into flames.
As my aunties and Mom are shopping their little brains out, one of my aunties asked Mom why she wasn’t sweating. Her response was, “Sweating? Sweetie, I’m still thawing!”
I live in the Low Arctic, and I’ve been mostly pretty happy with it. Some of the most spectacular scenery in the world. I’ve seen more wildlife in a year, trooping through my parents’ yard, than some people see all their lives. You can walk five minutes off many main pathways, and not see any trace of human habitation. Of course, the caveat there is that it’s damn easy to get lost. And when there’s that many square klicks and that few people, getting unlost can be somewhat of an issue.
It’s…welllll…ummmmm…different after you’ve been here awhile. I find people to be mostly more tolerant. After all, you can’t diss someone and expect them to help you out at -45 afterward.
There is something cleansing about the very harshness of the climate. There is a stark beauty to the High Arctic, as well as the Low, at -45C, that I would say is only matched by say, Death Valley or the Empty Quarter of the Sahara. Equally likely to kill the unprepared, as well. Not in “town” (Whitehorse) so much, but definitely the communities.
I’ve heard wolves howl on a moonlit night, while the Northern Lights dance multi-coloured streamers across the sky, and my breath steams out in big white clouds. I’ve been through Five Finger Rapids (not that they’re very rapid anymore, but it’s the principle of the thing). I’ve panned for gold (lotsa work, dickall payoff).
I have lived through six weeks where the temperature averaged -55F, went as low as -72F one day. We sat in the cabin, barrel stove cherry-red, and watched the frost grow in the nails INSIDE the cabin. Outdoor plumbing, so we visited neighbours to do our “business”. Splitting more wood for the stove was never so easy, though - the knottiest bits of wood just shatter apart when you hit them.
We do have a bit of a problem with sexual assault, and violent assault, and our alcohol consumption is the highest per capita in Canada. (Geez, ya know, I wonder if they’re related.)
As a federally regulated territory, we don’t have any sales taxes.
We also get free health care, when we can find a doctor.
What else d’ya wanna know? Bear in mind that I’m practically an expert when it comes to the Yukon, not much so on Alaska and the NWT. Alaska is different again than us, but I attribute that to having a significant coastline to put major cities on, and a healthy disdain for eco-idiots. The Northwest Territories have an actual economy, so I’m totally unqualified to comment there. 
I lived in NJ for 27 years. Not exactly a frozen tundra, but winters could be cold nonetheless. I moved to FL just over 6 years ago, so my blood has thinned quite a bit. I didn’t like the cold then, and I sure as hell don’t like it now. Bitter cold makes me cranky, and I don’t appreciate when the outdoor temperature drops below 55 degrees.
I get cold quite easily, so I usually bring a sweater with me to work, restaurants, the movies, etc. Also, I’m usually fine sleeping under a sheet and quilt, even if I’m wearing long pajamas. I’d say my average comfortable temperature for indoors is about 75 degrees.
I’m always cold. In the summer, the air conditioners nearly kill me, and winters are seasons of unending misery.
I keep jackets at work year-round. I never go to a resturant or theater without one, and I often wear a thick jacket under my coats.
Right now, my computerized thermostat assures me that it is exactly 72 degrees in the house. Over my pajamas I’m wearing a thick robe and I have a blanket over me, too. I’m still cold.
:eek:
No, really… :eek: :eek: :eek:
I’ve lived in Alaska for most of my 45 years and I’m the original Chilly Willy. I can go dancing and be roasting hot when I get off of the dance floor, and be putting my coat on 2 seconds after we sit down.
My coworkers, almost all male, call me the “freak of nature”. When it’s “breakup” they’re all opening the windows and doors and gasping about how “hot” it is, while I’m cranking my little under the desk heater and screaming “It’s ONLY 35 DEGREES you buffoons” at them.
My coworker, who I stayed with for about 3 and a half weeks when I first got back home, did the same thing as you. I about froze to death the whole time. He didn’t even have the pilot light lit on his furnace. Finally I showed him his electronic equipment. “There’s condensation on your stuff for about half of the day you know”. He finally turned on the heat, but DAMN, yup, he’d comfortably sit around in shorts and a tank top at 45 degrees.
Brrrrrr shudder…
You know, guys…you’re not going to have much luck gettin’ a girl to disrobe, or hang around in skimpy clothing if you don’t acclimate yourselves to a more reasonable temp.
I was very comfortable, until I read this.
Oh, I dunno.
Step 1: Maintain freezing-ass apartment
Step 2: Invite girl over to freezing-ass apartment to, say, watch a movie
Step 3: Freezing-ass apartment = cuddling under blanket while watching movie
Step 4: Cuddling under blanket for two hours = suitably warm n’ cozy
Step 5: …you do the math
That’s the theory, anyway. Testing it would require, you know, an actual girl. Haven’t managed to get one of those in a while.
41 F, you got me beet, it is now a comfortable 51 F in my house, so compaired to you I’m one of those heat lovers.
Anyway I think it’s more that I don’t mind the feeling of being cold, and dislike the feeling of being hot. As a child I fell through the ice on a lake. I swam out and walked about 3 blocks home, I recall the wetness, and the distinctive crack sound, and the reaction of my parents when I got home, but don’t recall the feeling of cold.
This move has been made on me.
It worked *And * I married the guy.
Though, admittedly, it got to the point that he opened windows, and then brought in a fan - last winter!
Your husband pulled the Freeze-Out on you? The same guy that puts on long johns while you’re wearing a light t-shirt? Talk about dedication…poor dude was probably completely numb by the time of the payoff.
Actually, this technique is less of a “move” for me than something I just kinda realized worked after it happened for the third or fourth consecutive time I had a girl over to my freezing-ass apartment. Or at least through Step 4, anyway. Step 5 remains theoretical. Still, Step 3 is plenty damned nice on its own. Aaaah, wintertime cuddlin’…now I just needs me a date…
I LOVE when it’s nice and cold and the bf and I can cuddle under the covers… He, however, does not. He is ALWAYS cold.
It’s a constant battle with us since we’re exact opposites… I’m always warm, and I HATE the summers here in the midwest (hot and sticky)… while he loves them. I love winter and cold weather… this morning it was 30 degrees, and I was fine without a coat.
Last winter I wasn’t living with him, so everytime I was at his apartment, it was like a sauna. Awful. This winter, we’re living together, so I have some say over the heat… we’ve managed to compromise…
Yep, that’s the guy! He was bundling up, putting on a warm sweater… and he was under the blanket by himself for a while, sneaking around the apartment to open a window a crack.
With that kind of dedication, how could I not have married him? A guy shows me he can sing for his supper, boy, he gets supper. And he warmed up quickly enough.
And here I am today, up since 2am or so, sitting in my housecoat, because it was too damn warm to sleep last night. It’s 8am now and it’s about 38 F out there. Man, it must be at least -10 C at home right now… ~sigh.
From the north ¶. Always cold; in fact it’s time for the electric blanket to go on the bed.
Having lost a few layers of…blubber…in recent months, now I’m really friggin cold all the time. I hate winter.
I am one of those people who is always cold. My body temp is slightly under the average 98.6F so that may have something to do with it. I grew up in New England and spent winters up in Northern Maine so I know cold. I don’t like it though and it doesn’t like me.
I also have Reynaud’s Phenomenon which doesn’t help. It’s a circulatory condition when my veins constrict and blood doesn’t flow through properly. My hands and feet are always cold and it literally hurts to hold an ice cube. Temperatures under 60 cause my hands and feet to turn white numb and oh does it hurt. That’s why you’ll see me wearing gloves then.
Playing in the snow=pain for me, so it’s not a good idea to throw snow at me, something which my boyfriend learned quickly last year, after I snapped at him.
I’m glad we moved to San Antonio where it doesn’t get that cold.
Well hello sometime-neighbour! I’m from southern NB - not far from St. Stephen/Calais border. And your gosh darn right, it is cold there!
It would be nice to have a white Christmas again. Here in Seattle, I’ll be lucky to get a slushball Christmas.
I will wear, at most, a light windbreaker through most of winter here in the Northeast. If it’s really cold and I have to be out for longer than a few minutes, I’ll put something heavier on, but generally that all I need to stay warm.
What I can’t tolerate is hot weather - when the temperature starts to get above 80F, I start to get unhappy. Summer sucks!
I prefer the term “hot-blooded.” I have been proclaimed to be so by my boss. The folks at work love it when I get up out of my chair, for the next person to sit there has a roasty-toasty place to sit. Friends and lovers have praised my human furnace abilities.
I hate hot weather. I love the cold, although we don’t get much real cold where I live. My hands and feet tend to get cold fairly easily, but other than that, it’s no problem. It was 45 degrees F today and everyone was going round with heavy coats on as if it was the dead of winter.
Anastasaeon, I admire your hubby’s dedication to his objective. I’m glad to find someone who understands that it can be too hot to sleep.
Roland, I would have to admit defeat at 41 F indoors. May I have a blanket, please?