“How are you making out in this weather?”
“Cold enough for you?”
“Brrr, it’s cold!”
No kidding. Why do we overuse, overchew, wear thin and continue to point out the obvious? Aren’t there any other topics worthy of starting a conversation? I’ve got nothing to say; I do it myself and am occasionally frustrated that I resorted again to the weather to kick off a conversation.
Of course, the snow and cold does affect us all in one way or another and thus is worthy of mention at times. We just do it way too much.
I’m a short-sleeves, open buggy, green grass kind of guy myself. As far as I’m concerned, it could start warming up soon after the first hard freeze about Thanksgiving time.
The days I spent on the construction crew come back to me. I had to go out in that stuff and work for hours. Cold fingers tried to grip tools and fumble with nails ...
Even while on the crew, I was somewhat dressed for the weather. What about the thousands on the streets and underneath bridges? Where do they go when the mercury plummets? It’s hard to imagine that a cardboard box helps much.
The “A” World Book is at my elbow. Barrow, Alaska, has an average high temperature in February of 10 degrees below zero. Do you really want to know what the average low is?*
There are perks, though. Here I sit in my comfy chair at school with a day off. My second steaming cup of coffee is almost gone and I’ve enjoyed four of the cookies one of my fine fourth-graders baked for me. One glance through the windows shows the snow blowing off the schoolhouse roof.
In here, it is cozy enough. The fire in the wood stove crackles sometimes. The bright gas light above my desk purrs. I am blessed.