Why did I choose to move south instead of north? Cold weather. I should have moved even further south. Does it ever snow in / ice in Panama? Of course some drug lord may do you bad. But, it is not cold. If you - a reader - lives north of here, you probably think this is just whining. And, you're right.
In earlier years I have lived through winter in Amarillo, Lubbock, Oklahoma, Kansas, and one full year in Nebraska, albeit I was much younger in some of those years. In Kansas, I walked to school on top of snow drifts higher than my head. Of course, I was in 1st through 3rd grades.
Here I am. Central Texas. Ice storm outside. Temperature dropped below freezing yesterday and has not broken back through the glass ceiling of ice. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not. In the past 24 I have received lectures from various relatives about how to stay warm. It never ceases.
So, here we sits - staring out the window at the wet - if it were just 20 degrees warmer, we could sits - staring out the window at the dry. There is just something about dreary days that eat on you. It is a wonder residents of Seattle ever live to be over 30. (For the uninformed: it rains a lot in Seattle. This was just an example. I could have used St. Paul instead. Up north winters seem to linger into eternity.)
With this I close. My winter coat is draped over a chair, waiting. My dog is snuggled under a nice quilt. Y'know, if I had some carrots and potatoes, we could have a steaming hot crock pot full of beef stew - if we had some stew meat. Well, maybe a can of Wolf Brand chili instead. That would be warm and comforting...cold crackers and a slice of onion on the side.
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