So…when did single digits on the thermometer become a “norm”? Good Grief ! I must say, the hill in back of the Y has got the biggest workout in some time; we’ve had several winters when the snow cover was not sufficient to make sledding a very pleasurable activity–who wants to go downhill in mud? Lately, of course, there have been crowds and crowds of the little Eskimotlettes whooshing down there. At least a couple of snow saucers met their end mid-slope; there were abandoned gloves and mittens of all sizes to be found up and down the street. And more may be to follow, if the meteorologists are to be believed (We’ll cut them some slack on that; they just try to report on what’s coming, they cannot cause it.). I venture to say that the moms & dads would have had even more fun if there were a chair lift and warming spots at the top but this is not Sun Valley…or even Boston Mills, for that matter. It is what it is.
What it is, is Winter in NEO and the best sledding hill in town. Enjoy!
And, by-the-by, walking facing into the breeze (Please, not more than that) is just a tad chilly, so I have been thankful that winds have–so far–been pretty mild, though I do have to say that the snowflakes do sort of tickle, or even sting sometimes, followed by itching. Try scratching your nose in thermal mittens.
Furthermore, on the theme of itching, skin gets really dried out from the cold air outside and the heated air inside, not to mention fuzzy wooly garments of all sorts to counteract the chill, in or out, so an outbreak of skin issues is quite likely to be expected. So, on that subject, herewith I present a limerick (Sorry, one of the few works of that genre to be “clean”; most of them are not.) on the topic. Read it at your peril.:
There was a young lady from Natchez
Whose clothes were in tatters and patches,
When asked to explain,
Her usual refrain
Was, “Because, when I itches, I scratches.”
Ain’t that the truth?
