It’s colder than a welldigger’s ass here in Springfield. The winds are gusting up to about 40 mph, it’s not supposed to break the half century mark on the thermometer today, and what leaves were left on the trees have passed on to their reward. Old Man Winter’s run back the punt back to our 30 yard line, and it will only be a matter of weeks before he spikes us through 2 feet of snow into the shitass endzone of February.
I really, really don’t like winter. I hate the cold weather. Snow sucks the sweat from a hog’s bag. There are but a few redeeming occurrences in this long, painful slide into our yearly Arctic visit.
Thanksgiving, when I can stuff myself in hopes of succumbing to hibernation. (Or be thankful we can spend time with our families and loved ones.)
Christmas, when we pray that our stock of new stuff will be adequate diversion to keep us from baking our heads from SAD.(Or be thankful we can spend time with our families and loved ones.)
New Years, when we get soused and get wet slobbery kisses from other soused people.(Or be thankful we can spend time with our families and loved ones.)
But today marks the first occasion of the season. A day of silent reverie, a day for contemplating the warmth and comfort of our homes. A magical day that oft is overlooked as we gear up for the seasons ahead.
For today, kiddies, today is Flannel Sheet Day.
It’s supposed to drop into the 30s this weekend in NE Florida. Snuggling weather - woohoo!! I know it won’t last, but I’ll enjoy every brisk breeze that I can. Till January - they you’ll hear my whining… But for now, I’m thrilled!
Yup. I hate that. The first snow of the season is amazing, magical, wondrous. The rest of them are cold and annoying. The inability to go outside without armoring up first, like you’re going out to contend with Nature itself. The feeling of never, ever being warm, no matter how high the heat is in the house; the feeling of the sweater becoming a second skin. Man, I hate wintertime, and now that it’s almost here…
Oh, wait. I live in Tucson. The high today is gonna be 91, the low is gonna hit 55! The worst this winter will probably get is when, in January, it hits a high of 55 for a couple of weeks. Sometime this winter, I’ll look up at the mountains, miles away and thousands of feet high, and I’ll see snow.
God, I love living here! And I’m so freaking glad it’s not 100 degrees out anymore!
Here in North Florida it’s going to get down to 40 degrees tonight, for an hour, before it starts to climb back up to 68 (the guesstimated high tomorrow).
In these parts, we call that a “cold snap.”
I call it, “toss another cat on the bed night.” I might even have to close my windows!
