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Icy Weather!
Thursday, December 8th, 2005 07:22 pmOh, it's cold, it's cold, and Auntie's bones ache! Well, something like that. You know, I know folks who live in much colder climates are amused when it gets cold down here. Many of the DJ's on our local radio stations are "transplanted Yankees" who grew up where the shadows freeze to the sidewalks, and think the fact that the majority of Austinites don't know how to drive on ice is funny. Well, it kind of is, except for the fact that it's hot 9 months out of the year here, and so when the temperature does its rare dip below freezing, and we get an ice storm, well, everything shuts down, because those folks smart enough to realize they don't know diddly about driving on ice stay home! No, we don't put chains on our tires, or such, because this doesn't happen often enough to make it practical. I mean, cold as it is right now (25 degrees), by Saturday, it'll be back up in the 70's, and we'll be back in short sleeves. We have a saying down here. If you don't like the weather, wait a few minutes.
When we first moved here from Houston, I was amused by local people who would complain about the humidity when it barely hit 40 percent. Being from Houston, 40 percent humidity means the air is soft and pleasant. Because it's not unusual in Houston to have 99 percent humidity, and not a cloud in the sky, or even 100 percent. Those are days when you could swear there were fish swimming through the air, fighting you for a spot in the shade while you fan yourself frantically, trying to draw in a breath that doesn't feel like you're DRINKING the air! Sweating doesn't cool you off, because it won't evaporate; there's too much moisture in the air. It's easy to get overheated. So, 40 percent humidity is nothing to me. Besides, I have thin Southern blood, having to deal with triple digit temperatures in the summer. If I bundle up like an Eskimo when it's 52 degrees outside, can you blame me? I haven't put my nose so much as past the front porch today, though my kids have been tramping around outside, finding unusual icicles to bring back and show me, telling me about frozen grass, and the misery of the turkey buzzards perched in the trees behind our house, their wings coated with ice. Everytime they flapped their wings, shards of ice flew everywhere, much to the kids' amusement. I curled up on the couch with a big, purring Siamese cat cuddled up next to me, re-reading "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince," and let my husband have all the fun tramping around outside with the kids. He's the one with the thick blood. If he goes outside wearing a sweater and a jacket, and the sleeves of both AREN'T rolled up, you know it's cold!
Well, time for me to see if the pie is ready for nibbles. What a day. Sure hope the kids leave me some. The Husbandly One sure makes a mean Pumpkin Cream Pie, and the kids love it. Uh, oh, I hear it calling my name. Hey! Leave me some!!
When we first moved here from Houston, I was amused by local people who would complain about the humidity when it barely hit 40 percent. Being from Houston, 40 percent humidity means the air is soft and pleasant. Because it's not unusual in Houston to have 99 percent humidity, and not a cloud in the sky, or even 100 percent. Those are days when you could swear there were fish swimming through the air, fighting you for a spot in the shade while you fan yourself frantically, trying to draw in a breath that doesn't feel like you're DRINKING the air! Sweating doesn't cool you off, because it won't evaporate; there's too much moisture in the air. It's easy to get overheated. So, 40 percent humidity is nothing to me. Besides, I have thin Southern blood, having to deal with triple digit temperatures in the summer. If I bundle up like an Eskimo when it's 52 degrees outside, can you blame me? I haven't put my nose so much as past the front porch today, though my kids have been tramping around outside, finding unusual icicles to bring back and show me, telling me about frozen grass, and the misery of the turkey buzzards perched in the trees behind our house, their wings coated with ice. Everytime they flapped their wings, shards of ice flew everywhere, much to the kids' amusement. I curled up on the couch with a big, purring Siamese cat cuddled up next to me, re-reading "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince," and let my husband have all the fun tramping around outside with the kids. He's the one with the thick blood. If he goes outside wearing a sweater and a jacket, and the sleeves of both AREN'T rolled up, you know it's cold!
Well, time for me to see if the pie is ready for nibbles. What a day. Sure hope the kids leave me some. The Husbandly One sure makes a mean Pumpkin Cream Pie, and the kids love it. Uh, oh, I hear it calling my name. Hey! Leave me some!!
