Cold
It's fucking cold.
I know what you're saying. "Sure it's cold. It's December. It's supposed to be cold." Yeah, well, it's colder than that. There's a cooler out on my back porch that had water in it. It's frozen. Not frozen over--frozen solid. Last Tuesday, there were swirls of white in the creek behind our house, letting me detect that not only was the creek frozen but it had a foot, at least, of ice. We had two days where the temperature warmed up, just to make sure that we didn't get a white Christmas, but then it dropped again.
Today, I am wearing thermal underwear, thermal socks, snow boots, a long sleeve shirt, a zip up sweater, a snow jacket, a beanie, gloves, and it is still fucking cold.
The heat pretty much just exits our house, so last week I put up caulk around all 22 of our windows and then put plastic up over 16 of them as well. This has helped heat disipation somewhat, but let's face it: it just stays 55 degrees for longer now. It's not getting much warmer than that. Outside it's about ten degrees, maybe less. Our all time low was -5. That's so far. Last Winter, -40. Damn that's cold.
The thing about negative temperatures is that, not only do they cause your skin to freeze up, they also defy math. If it's say 80 degrees (wouldn't that be nice), you can't say that its -16 times hotter than when it's -5. It's so cold that logic has frozen.
I can't complain totally. I've learned to enjoy some aspects of the cold. For instance, I like the way that ice sounds when you crunch it underfoot at 5 degrees temperature. It's very satisfying. Also, snow fall is much better than falling rain. It's graceful rather than oppressive. Also, when its sunny, Northampton, frozen over, is very charming--though twice as deadly to drive through.
The weird thing is though that you really do get used to the cold. If it's forty degrees, I think it's warm. There really isn't rain, so you don't get wet cold. It's just that the air is cold. Still, it's odd that I used to think of forty degrees as near freezing, and now, it's a warm day.
Of course, the Mass-holes will walk around in t-shirts when its twenty or thirty degrees, but they are, of course, deranged.
I know what you're saying. "Sure it's cold. It's December. It's supposed to be cold." Yeah, well, it's colder than that. There's a cooler out on my back porch that had water in it. It's frozen. Not frozen over--frozen solid. Last Tuesday, there were swirls of white in the creek behind our house, letting me detect that not only was the creek frozen but it had a foot, at least, of ice. We had two days where the temperature warmed up, just to make sure that we didn't get a white Christmas, but then it dropped again.
Today, I am wearing thermal underwear, thermal socks, snow boots, a long sleeve shirt, a zip up sweater, a snow jacket, a beanie, gloves, and it is still fucking cold.
The heat pretty much just exits our house, so last week I put up caulk around all 22 of our windows and then put plastic up over 16 of them as well. This has helped heat disipation somewhat, but let's face it: it just stays 55 degrees for longer now. It's not getting much warmer than that. Outside it's about ten degrees, maybe less. Our all time low was -5. That's so far. Last Winter, -40. Damn that's cold.
The thing about negative temperatures is that, not only do they cause your skin to freeze up, they also defy math. If it's say 80 degrees (wouldn't that be nice), you can't say that its -16 times hotter than when it's -5. It's so cold that logic has frozen.
I can't complain totally. I've learned to enjoy some aspects of the cold. For instance, I like the way that ice sounds when you crunch it underfoot at 5 degrees temperature. It's very satisfying. Also, snow fall is much better than falling rain. It's graceful rather than oppressive. Also, when its sunny, Northampton, frozen over, is very charming--though twice as deadly to drive through.
The weird thing is though that you really do get used to the cold. If it's forty degrees, I think it's warm. There really isn't rain, so you don't get wet cold. It's just that the air is cold. Still, it's odd that I used to think of forty degrees as near freezing, and now, it's a warm day.
Of course, the Mass-holes will walk around in t-shirts when its twenty or thirty degrees, but they are, of course, deranged.
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