Twice a year, I make the false promise that I won’t complain about the weather six months in the future.
That’s my one-liner. As the title suggests, I’ve reached that point. Right now, if the temperature dropped below freezing and it started snowing, I – would – not – complain.
Each year in January, when I’m bundling up and putting Maddie’s vest on in order to take her for a walk, I always say I won’t complain about the heat in July. Of course when July rolls around, and I’m walking Maddie at 6:30 am because we’re on our way to a “heat index” of 105°f (41°c), I forget all of that. I forget about the opposite “feels like” weather phenomenon – wind chill, that causes single-digit Fahrenheit temperatures to feel like below-zero.
Today, this week, almost every day for the past four weeks, I forget the bitter cold. I forget that I can’t work in my workshop because I can’t stand to pick up a steel tool or lean on a cast iron table. Today, when I get in my car and wish the AC would work faster, I forget about having to get out and scrape the windshield before leaving (while waiting for the heat to make a difference between the interior and exterior temperature). Still, today, I’d trade for those conditions.
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s fun weekly series One-Liner Wednesday. If you have a one-liner, I’d encourage you to join in on the fun. You can follow this link to participate and to see the one-liners from the other participants.
Perhaps my favorite song about the weather.