Friday, January 16, 2009

A Little Wild Turkey

Nah, no turkeys around here .. or turkey buzzards. However, it is day two of our bitter cold. After a day of running around in below freezing temps when your hands start to ache with the cold walking from car to door and back again, I've taken matters into my own hands -- a little Wild Turkey. Friends and acquaintances from down here know we are from "the North" and think that we are always prepared and used to this cold weather. I always remind them that is one of the reasons we moved here, the milder winter temps.

I remember the days in Michigan of counting in winter:

  1. The number of consecutive days of below freezing weather. I remember some January weeks where we thought above freezing temps would never come again.
  2. The number of consecutive days of below zero wind chills. Wind chill is not really understood here.
  3. The number of consecutive days of below zero weather. Yes, by counting those, we were displaying how tough we were to withstand such brutal temps.
  4. By the end of January we were also counting the number of consecutive days without sunshine. How do people endure it? Maybe that is why people go crazy during the winter months. Now they have a fancy name for it - Seasonal Affective Disorder. We used to call it cabin fever.

No one told me all those years ago that a little bourbon would not make me care much about those four items! Moving to Tennessee sure helped!

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