It is COLD here. It dipped down into the 60’s. Locals pulled out their parkas, mittens and scarves. People from up north, specifically Minnesota, put on their shorts and t-shirts and said, “What a bunch of wimps. We could run naked in this.” (and they could)
I am freezing. A lady from Minnesota called me yesterday. I told her I was wearing pants and socks and I was freezing. She said, “That is a bad thing?” I said, “It is when you are used to shorts and a t-shirt all the time.” She laughed and chided me for being inside on such a “beautiful” day. It was windy and cold and I made soup. I would never last up North. Never. I hate the cold. I can’t imagine living in this misery. You really have to love the people you live with up there because in the winter you are stuck inside with them. I wonder how many people cannot stand being locked up inside with their families. It must drive some people crazy. I am lucky to have the ones I live with. We manage to have fun and not argue much over stuff. I aim for “family time” and quality time and all that because I realize that all too soon, I will lose it. The daughter will grow up and get a boyfriend because she is gorgeous and then we won’t matter much anymore. That is the sad truth. I did not leave my family for a boy, well if you count Jose Cuervo and Johnny Walker. They took precedence in my time. I just pray they won’t be an influence on my daughter and her friends. That is my greatest wish right now… that they won’t make the same mistakes I did.