Ben and I just took a very brief trip outside, where the temperature is flirting between 0 and 1 degree (update: Just moments after hitting ‘publish’, the temperature dropped to an actual 3 below) but thanks to the wind chill feels closer to 30 below zero. The back door had frozen shut thanks to the inch or so of rain we received last night, and unfortunately for the birds, the lock on our shed (where our birdseed is stored) is also frozen solid!
Weren’t we promised transporters? I’d really like one to take me to the Caribbean or some other warm haven right now, wouldn’t you?
Quite a few friends seem to think that, being born and raised in Michigan, I must adore winter and the bone-chilling cold, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Knowing how to dress for and handle this sort of thing does not mean one likes it. Indeed, I’ve been trying to move South for about fifteen years now—though even they’re not immune to this particular Arctic blast.
At least in the Midwest we’re accustomed to winter, and therefore prepared for it. It’s doubtful my friends in places like Tennessee, Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana are as well-equipped (unless they’re from the Midwest, in which case they’re just fine).
Well, wherever you happen to be, I hope the power’s on (about 30,000 in Indiana—buried beneath a foot of fresh snow—are without, and the temperatures are falling quite rapidly), the hot cocoa or tea steaming, and you’re smiling. Stay warm…and I’m going to keep dreaming of tropical climes as I glance at the frozen, windy world outside!