Cold As Ice

How do you feel about cold weather?

I hate the cold. I was born in New York, and we moved upstate to Buffalo when I was two years old. I don’t have a lot of memories from that time, but there were loads of pics of me bundled up like an Eskimo (not sure if we are still allowed to say Eskimo). Moved around a bunch in NY, then to NJ, and then to Illinois, where it is REALLY REALLY COLD.

High school memories are a blur of blizzards and snow days and shoveling (which gave my father a small heart attack), boots and coats and scarves and hats and gloves, and cars that needed to be “preheated” so they wouldn’t stall on the road. Skidding on ice. Slipping and falling. After HS, we moved to Chicago, right off the lake, at the corner of Lake Shore Drive and Sheridan Road, which had the distinction of the windiest spot in the city. It hurt to breathe when the cold and the wind combined to a chill factor of 40 below zero. But I worked in the Loop and had to take the bus every day… somehow I survived four years of that misery.

Now that I live in SoCal, do I miss it? Nope, negatory, not a chance! People jabber on about the changing of the leaves and the beauty of autumn, which is great, but then come the freezing temps, so no thank you. I don’t go back to visit, nor do I pine away for one minute of wet, sloppy, dirty, slushy, horrible snow. Like Sally Albright in When Harry Met Sally, I get cold when it’s 71 degrees, and I don’t apologize for it. No one thinks it’s adorable though, which is fine with me. I have a rainbow of sweaters to keep me warm during the day and lots of cozy blankets for the night.

Cold weather sucks!

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