The butter I leave on the countertop is harder than butter coming straight from the fridge.
I can see my breath in my living room.
I get so hot doing cardio that I have to line my clothes with solid ice (in the form of frozen “coolrags”) and after 30 minutes they are all completely melted and hot…Yet today, dressed in heavy pants, sweatshirt, gloves, scarf, fleece lined windbreaker, I did 10 minutes on the elliptical for teh specific purpose of trying to warm up, and all I managed to do was sweat over the cold a little.
Goddammit, a breezy 68-72 is in my California Girl contract! Fuck this!
You people who live in the places where this is toasty for January are superhuman. Plus nuts.
If it makes you feel any better, most of us denizens of the frozen wastelands of the North have far better insulation in our homes, and better heaters. And high-tech clothes spun out of raw aurora borealis by zero-gravity spiders in the ISS.*
As long as it is above -40 (F or C, doesn’t matter much), my apartment’s inside temperature doesn’t drop much.
I can never understand people who invest so much of their identity with a location. Doubly so because it’s usually southern California or NYC, both places I despise.
Despising two of the most varied, culturally rich places in the United States, in the world, places where, between the two of them, you can see, do, meet, eat, listen, learn and generally experience some taste of nearly everything available elsewhere in the world, from landscapes and weather to people themselves, plus loads of things which are not available anywhere else in the world, certainly makes you some kinda special.
Heh.
This morning I woke up at 6 am and checked the temperature outside (forecast is calling for freezing rain and snow later) and it was 32 F. “Huh, it’s warm this morning” I said out loud. Then I immediately thought how silly that would sound to someone who lives in a warmer climate.
Many many years ago, I moved from California to a much colder climate. It took me a couple of years to acclimate to the cold - now I am miserably hot when it starts inching towards the upper 70s and humid. I like winter.
Well, for reasons I decline to elaborate upon for public consumption, I do not have a working heater available to me, which certainly accounts for my, shall we say, intense awareness of this cold snap we’re having…
This thread was actually a useful reminder for me to turn my bigger radiator off since it is above freezing right now - it was getting way too warm. Going to dip back down to -20 C soonish, though.
You need to turn up the heat if you can see your breath.
We have tons of Puerto Rican relos at work, and every winter I have to hear them all bemoan the horrible Ohio winters. You’d think that the 50 yard walk from the parking lot to the building was going to kill them. Some of them get downright hostile when I walk in without my coat. (I hate the bulkiness of coats and only wear them for short distances if it gets so cold that my nostril hairs freeze. Now THAT’s cold.)
I’m with jz. All the stuff you list? I can visit NYC or LA and experience them, then come home. There’s plenty of stuff I get in my small town in the far north that you can’t get in NYC or LA, and I prefer those things.
But that’s not what your thread is about. As Arrogance Ex Machina says, those of us who live in cold climates also have homes with much better insulation and no cracks under the doors or windows. The cold rarely bothers me, especially when I’m inside.
Truly, the worst cold weather in the world is when it gets cold in places where it’s not meant to get cold. There’s no way to warm up when your house is just not built for cold. When your house isn’t insulated and the wind is blowing through that 1/4 crack beneath the front door and you don’t have a fireplace/wood stove/sauna, you’re screwed. If it helps, you can come stay with me for a while. The high on Monday is 3 degrees, but I guarantee you will not be at all cold.
My family from Florida wants to know why my coat is never buttoned in FB photos. “We were only outside for a minute, why button it? I was comfortable.”
They also seem to think that we in metro Boston all live on ice floes from November until May.
From one LA girl to another, a-fucking-men. I pay a HUGE premium for the pleasure of living in Southern CA - I should not have to deal with Weather. Especially not COLD weather. Fuck that noise.
Eh, I understand that there are parts of SoCal that are normally quite cool anyway. I once was in Santa Monica in late November and it was outright chilly at night.
OTOH my personal temperature-gradient experience in SoCal was going from the low/mid 70s in Manhattan Beach to 106F in La Quinta in a little over three hours. Some geography you guys got there.
True. In the high hills of this island every now and then there are consecutive 45F nights and people get bundled up like it were Buffalo. In typical wood framed homes here there is NO insulation or moisture barrier and no provision for heating of any sort save an inline heater for the shower.
Too cold is minus 20 degrees F. That’s when the high-alcohol beer in your car trunk freezes solid. And it tastes like swamp water when it thaws out. So don’t let your beer get that cold.
