Waiting (or not) for Superwoman

thermoIf you are under the [crazy] assumption that yer fav-o-rite blahgger = Superwoman and you were waiting for her to fly walk by this morning, you would still be waiting. Because Superwoman (er, yer fav-o-rite blahgger) gave herself a pass this morning. Minus 2? No thanks. I could’ve dredged up my balaclava and my snow pants and I wouldda been plenty warm enough for minus 2. But what the heck.

WWWD was hot to find out whether or not I walked. His wife and her friend have a regular walking route that intersects mine assuming I’m not early (or late) and they *did* walk this morning but they apparently cut it short. My mild OCD wasn’t strong enough to send me outside this morning. If I had a walking buddy, I’d’ve probably been out there. I used to have a walking buddy or two or three (or four or five) but that was a long time ago and a whole ‘nother story. These days I’m on my own. Although I *love* an occasional companion, I prefer to walk alone, at least for my regular 0-skunk-30 walk.

A weather mini-rant…

I get so sick of hearing what the damn windchill is gonna be. It’s okay with me if the weather gals calculate the windchill and even report it. I am nerdy enough to appreciate that. But I wish there wasn’t so much blasted hype surrounding the windchill. When the wind blows in the god-forsaken Great Lake State, it’s cold! And if it is cold and/or windy, BUNDLE UP okay? Layer, layer, layer, make sure your face, ears, and neck are covered with something that actually insulates them, not some fashionable silk scarf or a hat doesn’t cover your ears or will blow off the moment the wind hits 5 mph.

Do NOT be like me as a once high school student up in the yooperland! Walking across the tundra in the dark in minus 28 degree temperatures. That was actual temperature, no windchill factor added in. Actually, I don’t remember it being windy those days. Wearing a cute little fake leopard skin coat with NO LINING OF ANY SORT and nylons [remember those, anyone]. Edit! And a mini-skirt! How could I forget that? I must’ve had a hat and gloves and boots but I’m sure they were more fashionable than functional. Miraculously, I never got frostbite.

When it is colder than blue blazes, like it is today, and the wind blows, which I don’t think it actually did much today, it is damn cold out! By the time I got home from work, it was either 8 (house) or 12 (car) above zero, so I walked over to the Plum Market, wind chill be damned. I was not wearing a stupid little fake leopard skin coat and I was warm by the time I got home.

Stay warm, you guys.

P. S. That’s my *new* indoor/outdoor thermometer there in the photooo. My *ancient* thermometer got stuck on 106 last summer. When it *was* actually 106 degrees. Isn’t this fancy newfangled thingamajig cool? Hmmm, it doesn’t seem to embiggen via clicking. I must have a new version of wordpress. I’ll have to figger it out… And so I did… Click to embiggen…

2 Responses to “Waiting (or not) for Superwoman”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Yeah, damn cold is just damn cold. Our temps are balmy compared to those.

  2. Pooh Says:

    I remember that leopard-skin (fake) coat! And sometimes the hairdo was more important than wearing a hat. Ah, high school.