Carolyn, I lived through that last week! I had to take them off until I had finished walking to where I was headed to. Surreal thing for this southern gal to deal with ^_^
Today I found that when it is real cold and we get 6+ inches of snow, the Army closes down it's bases and sends everyone home. Such a treat to have DH back home this morning and for my work to call and tell me to not bother trying to come in.
Got a good story of cold weather happening for you.
A good friend of mine, Ivy, lived in Weldon, Calif. High desert area and gets COLD. Anyway, her husband and her run an alfalfa farm. From spring til first frost they are busy sunup to sundown. Once winter hits the farm is shut down and she gets to settle in and read her books. She sits infront of the fireplace with her coffee and beside her a stack of books. She'll work her way there the books over the winter. Anyway Dec. 1978, she was rocking in her rocker, in front of a nice fire, and reading a book when she heard dogs barking like crazy. Before she could get out of the chair to investigate, there was a crash and setting in the chair in front of the window (across the room from her) sat a mountian lion. It was being chased by dogs and the way the sun was positioned it thought it saw a cave and jumped thru Ivy's window and landed in the chair. Ivy remembered being told do not run, do not turn you back on a big cat. She wanted to get down the hall to the rifle but the cat started towards her, so she did the next best thing. She started screaming at it and chucking books at it. The cat turned, ran into her kitchen and jumped out thru the kitchen window. He husband come home a few minutes later and tracked the cat and shot it. It had been injured in a trap. One paw infected and swollen. It had been eating the cats and small dogs in the area according to Fish and GAme. It took Ivy the better part of a week to get over the scare and stop stutteringwhen she talked.
I felt better knowing my dogs where in a fenced yard that surrounded my house at night. And I slept with a loaded gun for the next 2 years. When we had to go out at night to turn the sprinklers on in the fields or check the depth of the water in the irragation pond, we carried a rifle and flash light and never, never went out alone. Esp at night, during the day if one had to go alone we took a dog with us. Between the wild dogs attacking people, hybrid coyotes and than mountain lions, we did not feel all that safe.
You know it's cold when you come home from the supermarket after working until 9pm and you're so tired that you don't weant to face unpacking the groceries. Then, with relief, you realize that you don't have too. Just leave them in the garage until tomorrow. They'll only warm up in the fridge!!
You know it is cold when DH calls you to tell you that he took your vehicle to work as his was frozen shut. And good luck getting it thawed out before I need to go to work this evening. Oh, and he said that the front door of the house was so frosted over, that he had to break through the frost to get out of the house!
There's an old Calvin & Hobbs cartoon that I remember, a favorite of mine. Calvin gets kicked outside to play. It's really, really cold and he stops, cups his nose with his mittens, looks at Hobbs and says, "Don't you hate it when it's so cold your boogers freeze?" I couldn't stop laughing for a long time!
We were always "kicked outside" to play until we were frozen. We loved it of course, because all the other neighborhood kids were outside too. The only bad thing was coming in and thawing out your fingers. Even with gloves or mittens, they would be "frozen". Inside, they would swell up and be so itchy/sore for thirty minutes or so. Ow-w-w!
One thing we always had was plenty to eat & a nice warm house. One of the perks of growing up on a "Family" farm in the 40's & 50's.
I had nearly a mile to grade school. If school was open, I walked. Sometimes, not often, fathers from each direction would come fetch us early if a big storm started during the day. Transportation was a bob sled behind a team of horses. Lots of blankets to crawl under to keep warm.
When I was little we had a wood burning cookstove. Mom would heat a flatiron on it. She'd wrap it in newspaper, then shove it in an old wool sock. The heat from the flatiron would keep your feet warm as toast for several hours.What a pleasure on a cold winter night.
That's a pleasant thought. This silly person cooked a 12 quart pot of Chili on Saturday night. As it was late when it finished cooking, I was too tired to split it up into smaller containers to freeze most of it. The pot wouldn't fit into my fridge, so I put it out on the grill on the deck for the night.
I forgot about it until early Sunday evening. When I brought it inside it was one completely frozen solid mass. I set it on the counter. It's been there ever since and has not defrosted one bit. Maybe I'll get to eat some Chili on Wednesday!!