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valancystirlingDespite 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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Date: 2004-11-09 06:26 am (UTC)Mind you, the fact that they looked more like bags might've had something to do with it!
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Date: 2004-11-09 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-09 07:14 am (UTC)I looked out this morning and saw the snow and had three feelings more-or-less simultaneously: "Whee, snow!", "Crap, will driving in this make me late?", and "Is there enough that I could justify staying home?"
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Date: 2004-11-09 07:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-09 08:12 am (UTC)and i don't just mean "because you are from Texas where it doesn't get that kind of winter, especially the south part of the state.."
no. i mean there is something in the water here that affects natives, making it impossible for them to carry rational thought from one moment to the next (much less one season or year to the next) about managing weather conditions.
the first year i moved here, it actually got cold enough that the cars iced over. ok.. no big deal, i thought.. and i am from Fla.
so.. i pop my trunk that first morning, as i ready to head to work (confused by the fact that half my household was staying home because the weather was too bad), and i pull out my ice scraper.
"what's that?"
"an ice scraper."
"what's it for?"
"umm.. scraping ice...?" (?!?!)
"where'd it come from?"
"well, it was located in my trunk, on the other end of my snow broom."
"they make those?"
after having to stop my roommate from pouring hot water over his windshield to clear it (!!), i asked my (now) ex, "umm.. is this an especially cold winter here?"
and he informed me that, no, it wasn't. in fact, he told me how much more ice and snow they used to get. and all but one person i lived with had grown up here.
so.. musing on this, i was driving to work or something one day.. it wasn't particularly cold and the stretch of road i was on was not a bridge, an overpass, a flood zone, or even elevated.. and i look up, and see one of those Information signs..
it said "ice may form in freezing weather."
i was confused until i realized it wasn't a specific warning, just an FYI thing.
i could just hear the thoughts of the drivers around me.. "ooohhhhhh. so that's how it works!"
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Date: 2004-11-09 08:15 am (UTC)