Winter Wonderland.
The temperature has doubled since I've been in the office. It's 12 degrees now. I talked to my mom last night and she asked me about the temperature yesterday. I told her the highest I'd noticed was 18 degrees. "Oh," she said. "It was 80 degrees here." Wow. I need time to get used to the Minnesota cold, but I remember my hatred for the heat well enough to not wish I were in Florida now.
Really, the cold didn't bother me all that much this morning. Maybe I'm still charmed by the snow, or maybe I've just accepted the fact that it's cold and there's nothing I can do to make that not so. Maybe it's that the cold is bringing back the magic of snow angels and snow men. It's the remembered exhilaration of going to the edge of the off-base American housing area and sliding a million miles an hour in our sleds on the snowed-over sidewalk, down the hill and under the underpass, into the English neighborhood, and then coming back again. Whatever the reason, though, my attitude about the cold has been steadily improving this week. I feel younger, lighter, and happier. I'm excited about my shiny new life.
Today, it is good to be me.
Really, the cold didn't bother me all that much this morning. Maybe I'm still charmed by the snow, or maybe I've just accepted the fact that it's cold and there's nothing I can do to make that not so. Maybe it's that the cold is bringing back the magic of snow angels and snow men. It's the remembered exhilaration of going to the edge of the off-base American housing area and sliding a million miles an hour in our sleds on the snowed-over sidewalk, down the hill and under the underpass, into the English neighborhood, and then coming back again. Whatever the reason, though, my attitude about the cold has been steadily improving this week. I feel younger, lighter, and happier. I'm excited about my shiny new life.
Today, it is good to be me.