I love how helpful weather.com is: On today’s report it says it’s “12, feels like -5.” But it advises me: “Much colder than yesterday.” Who knew?
Last week, this was me (I’m hard to see, but I’m out there in that little kayak with my sort-of cousin):
And now? Well, you all watch the news. You don’t need a photo of me all bundled up. Getting home was a harrowing experience–flying through the blizzard, driving down an un-salted Storrow Drive in the middle of the storm–and now this cold, which comes after a total melt, making me paranoid about ice.
And is it cold? Sure, but we live in New England, folks. Cold is not new to us. And we aren’t getting slammed the way the folks in the midwest are (what a sad state of affairs when “12 feels like -5” is the warm part of the country. Folks want to argue about climate change now? If so, this blog from Andy Borowitz is valuable reading).
I will say, though, that this cold is deceptive. For once, this morning, the kids didn’t complain when I insisted on both gloves and hats (normally the boy just likes to use the hood of his jacket). Bundled up, we stepped outside to head for school and all agreed it really wasn’t as bad as people were saying it was. And then we walked one block. And our faces began to hurt. Downright burn. It really is as bad as people say.
Readjustment from Miami is always tough. This year, it’s a bit tougher. But we are going to have summer-like temperatures in the 40s this weekend, so I can pretend I’m out kayaking to Bird Island with my sort-of cousin again.
Good to be home.
