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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

It's that kind of cold.

Mid-January cold. The kind of cold that takes your breath away when you step outside to get the mail. The cold that stays in your bones for an hour after you're wrapped up on the sofa reading your novel. Below the bleak gray sky,the frigid gusts are knocking the last crumpled brown leaves to the frosted lawn. Squirrels move their ground stores into abandoned bird nests. In the air, there is only the sound of an occasional flock of geese leaving fashionably late for their winter get-away.

It should not be this cold before Thanksgiving - even here in the armpit of Ohio. Perhaps Mother Nature is confused because Wal-Mart has been selling Christmas decor since pre-Halloween.

5 comments:

Mrs. Chili said...

It is currently 22 measly degrees in my neighborhood. DAMN. I really hope this doesn't portend the rest of winter...

Cari said...

That's it! Blame it all on Walmart! Genius!

damnsle said...

Oh you big wuss. I didn't even turn my heat on until Thursday night, and only then because I had the kids sleeping over and Sarah would have been pissed if I hadn't. I actually still have the window open with the fan in it now.

Of course, I can no longer feel my toes and I think I chipped a piece of my nose off when my hand slipped as I was brushing my teeth, but still.

Lanie Painie said...

Damnsle - you expect me to believe anybody would leave their children with you?? OVERNIGHT?

damnsle said...

Shocking, I know. But the little buggers seem to like me, and as long as I return them without any visible scars everybody is happy.