Saturday, January 17, 2009
Dark winter night at Immaculata U
It’s been around 15 degrees all day. That’s Fahrenheit, for all you cool international types. Even worse, it dropped to 4 last night. 4 degrees. No mention of a wind chill factor to make us feel the cold, but not feel the cold. I thought there was something wrong with the thermometer in the car, because it only registered one digit. I almost tapped it (like a digital display would feel that). Oh. Crap, it’s cold.
I don’t mean to whine, but we’re not used to these temperatures down here near Philadelphia. Isn’t 30 cold enough? Anything below 30, and I have to put on my coat. Coats are bulky, unwieldy, and often require companions like hats, scarves and gloves. Wearing accessories for something I didn't want to wear in the first place makes me cranky. Anything below 25, and my nose hair freezes. Most of the time, I don’t even notice that I have nose hair. When I do, I stop reveling in the crispness of the air, the naked trees against the morning sky … and get crankier.
Who said seasons were supposed to be painful? And, who decided we should leave our cradle of civilization in Africa in the first place. Sure, there are sandstorms, hostile tribes, famines, bizarre diseases and monsoons, but things are tough all over. The point is: it’s warm. Trade winds. Jungles. Unrelenting deserts. OK, that last one started the pendulum swinging back in the other direction.
Hey, I just looked up the temperature in Niger, home base for Esther of Ishtar News, and it’s going to be 96 tomorrow (Road trip!). Not feeling the Dark Continent? Then, how about Hawai’i? Trade winds? Surfers? A balmy 77. Rio? Beaches? Dancing? 84. Australia? Sea and sharks and cool people with cool accents? 91. Mexico? Hot people with hot food and cool accents? A quite sensible 64. Recovering New Orleans? More cool people with cool music and cool accents? 58. See? There are scads of places where mittens are not required.
I know. I know. The struggle to survive in inhospitable climates has allowed the human race to adapt, innovate, conquer and progress. Blah, blah, blah … And a temperate climate exists in some of the most breathtakingly beautiful places in the world. Places with deep, green deciduous forests and daffodils, soaring mountains and skiing … blah blah blah …
In the interest of full disclosure, please note: I will be singing a completely different tune come May, when a soft breeze carries the scent of lilac and the trees are filled with birds. And, I find no hypocrisy at all in my seasonal opinions, thank you. Also, I’m cold enough to complain, but not to move, so maybe I do just want to whine.
As I write this, the temperature has risen to a balmy 19 degrees. Could Spring be far behind? Please?