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Nov. 9th, 2004
Despite the fact that this is my fourth northeastern winter, I still find myself shocked that the air can get so cold. Explain the science behind it to me, and I'll smile and nod, but really, it seems a weak explanation.
It seems sort of magical to me. I've managed to avoid the more practical aspects of winter weather to preserve my childlike fascination and complete love of snow. Until now, I've never had to scrape ice and snow off a car, or drive on icy roads, or any of the other things you northerners grew up doing. I never had to associate snow with annoyance, so I've been free to just marvel and pretend I live in a snow globe.
I love the song Winter Wonderland. It pops into my head on these mornings when you feel something in the air, and look outside, and the whole world has become white while you were sleeping. Could there be any more dramatic change to the landscape?
My car slid into its usual parking spot today. They just redid the parking lot this past weekend, and the water apparently beaded up...and froze. I practically skated to the saftey of the sidewalk. My eye has become trained to spot icy patches.
In all my knitting career, I've never yet made myself a pair of gloves, or even mittens. I've made Jake both, of course. Actually, that's not true. I did make myself a pair of mittens a few years ago but they weren't knit tightly enough to actually be warm. So this morning I was brushing snow off both our cars, and scraping the windshields (an entire winter of that might yield nice arm muscles...) with bare hands. I was almost in tears by the end of it. I felt like I had slammed the car door on both of my hands. Sitting on my hands didn't warm them, nor did sucking on them like a pathetic baby. They're still uncomfortable, right now. That's got to be good for my joints.
One day I'll figure it out that when it's cold out, you should dress appropriately for it. I always forget to do this. Am I not a knitter? Do I not have a plethora of lovely handknit warm things? Do I ever wear them? Tis a shame.
It seems sort of magical to me. I've managed to avoid the more practical aspects of winter weather to preserve my childlike fascination and complete love of snow. Until now, I've never had to scrape ice and snow off a car, or drive on icy roads, or any of the other things you northerners grew up doing. I never had to associate snow with annoyance, so I've been free to just marvel and pretend I live in a snow globe.
I love the song Winter Wonderland. It pops into my head on these mornings when you feel something in the air, and look outside, and the whole world has become white while you were sleeping. Could there be any more dramatic change to the landscape?
My car slid into its usual parking spot today. They just redid the parking lot this past weekend, and the water apparently beaded up...and froze. I practically skated to the saftey of the sidewalk. My eye has become trained to spot icy patches.
In all my knitting career, I've never yet made myself a pair of gloves, or even mittens. I've made Jake both, of course. Actually, that's not true. I did make myself a pair of mittens a few years ago but they weren't knit tightly enough to actually be warm. So this morning I was brushing snow off both our cars, and scraping the windshields (an entire winter of that might yield nice arm muscles...) with bare hands. I was almost in tears by the end of it. I felt like I had slammed the car door on both of my hands. Sitting on my hands didn't warm them, nor did sucking on them like a pathetic baby. They're still uncomfortable, right now. That's got to be good for my joints.
One day I'll figure it out that when it's cold out, you should dress appropriately for it. I always forget to do this. Am I not a knitter? Do I not have a plethora of lovely handknit warm things? Do I ever wear them? Tis a shame.
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Nov. 9th, 2004 08:59 amAnd wow, how embarrassing, all those stupid posts last night. I literally had just a small amount of whiskey with some diet coke. And then my brain just spins out on this tangent that makes no sense and I get in that deeply introspective mode wherein i imagine all sorts of things that are complete nonsense.