The day the temperatures dropped from furnace to icicle level, this writer celebrated. Many did not.
People on both sides of the argument find it difficult to understand the reason why the other guys feel the way they do. It all boils down to tolerance.
For example, Hubby, and our surfing baby boy thrive in warm to hot weather. Our svelte daughter likes both heat and cold.
Hubby grew up in Oklahoma, then moved to Texas. Both states have toasty summers. Our children are native Texans. Consequently, Hubby, who has always been on the thin side, and our lean and tall son tolerate the hellish heat Texas offers. Neither one likes the cold.
While Hubby was in the Army, part of his tour of duty was in Colorado. While discussing ideal places to live, this lady mentioned Colorado because of the mountains. His response was quick. “I nearly froze to death there in the winter while on guard duty.”
Since this writer grew up in the Bavarian side of the Alps and Minnesota, she loves cold weather with all its agony and delights. She recalls playing outside in 20-degree weather and loving every minute of it.
Hubby barely tolerated the few moments of ice or snow Texas winters periodically manifest. During one such cold moment, he bought a winter coat perfect for winters in Montana or perhaps Amarillo, Texas. Now it hangs, barely used, in the coat closet. Over the years, he also invested in a leather coat, which he wore on an early spring trip to Hungary. It too hangs neglected and never used after that trip.
At the first temperature drop, the man lived in flannel shirts. Some he only took off long enough so his wife could wash them. For example, the moment a certain raggedy and well-patched shirt was out of the dryer; Hubby put it on.
From his wife’s perspective, the shirt was an embarrassing sight. And yet, since he left, that is the shirt she often wears. Her excuse? It is unbelievably soft. What she rarely admits is it gives her comfort. Almost as if he held her in his arms once again.
For readers who are unfamiliar with Texas weather, it is rather unpredictable. One minute things are calm and sunny but in the veritable blink of the eye tornados and anything else Mother Nature can conjure up appear.
To understand what we mean, this past Tuesday in the Dallas area, the temperatures plummeted into the 20s and 30s. We shivered in our rarely needed heavy coats or stayed at home swaddled in blankets. By Saturday, we wore light jackets or flannel shirts while the temperature climbed into the high 60s. Weather-guessers refer to temperatures in the 60s and 70s as normal for this time of year. They also predict things will reach the 70s by early next week.
Have you wondered why 70 degrees feels different in the summer than in the winter?
Of course, the weather prognosticators think they know what’s coming, but only in an iffy 50-50 way. They tend to speak in generalities. If they forecast a deluge, suggesting that you should start building an ark, we will either see a slight drizzle or a few spits here and there. Or, you may watch your car or truck float down the street.
The most accurate weather indicators are people’s bodies. If they have a bad back, bum knee, or some types of joint or arthritic issues, their bodies become painful indicators of what they can expect weather-wise. Perhaps it should be a job requirement for weathermen and women to have such infallible physical barometers. Who knows how such afflictions would affect the accuracy of their predictions.
Based on this lady’s observations and experience, when it is cold, you can always put on more clothing. But when temperatures soar into the 100s, not even going naked will make us comfortable or sweat less.
Upon further contemplation, that mental image calls for pouring bleach on the brain.