Friday, January 29, 2010

Nine degrees fondly Fahrenheit...

Underarmor leggings and Browning wool socks? Check.
Short-sleeve tee, long-sleeve tee, and jeans? Check.
Sahalie fleece pullover? Check.
Adidas Adventure boots? Check.
Columbia parka? Check.
North Face mountaineering gloves? Check.
Shemagh tied on good? Check.

Okay, I'm ready to take the trash to the curb.

22 comments:

Scooter said...

OK, that one made me spit coffee on the keyboard.

Nathan said...

Heh. Sounds like what I woke up to this morning: "I wanna move to Florida!"

Which would be OK, I guess; no income tax and "shall issue". Just that beachfront is so damn expensive, even in this economy...

LL said...

Cool and discreet, honey, in the dancing frost while the thermometer registers 10 degrees fondly Fahrenheit.

Anonymous said...

Try describing this kind of cold, or colder, to folks who've never seen the puddles in their yard freeze. Best I've come up with is, "Stick your head in your freezer, turn on a fan, stay there for 15 minutes. Now imagine having to do that to warm up." Larry Weeks

Bram said...

Peppermint Schnapps? Check.
Daydreams of Barbados? Check.

Jim said...

I know Duneland Beach is snowier than Hell. The winter roads from Evansville to Louisville are basic training for "Ice Road Trucker." However:

As my local temperature sits at 11 below, heading for a high of 12, it occurs to me that watching Hoosiers cope with winter is like an MEU watching kids shoot paintballs. :)

Tam said...

Jim,

I don't bitch too much because, after all, I do know where the nearest on-ramp to I-65 South is located. ;)

Pathfinder said...

Me, 2 years ago, North Dakota, 0 degrees, snowing, winds ca. 25 knots, outside running the snow blower, uttering these words for the first time in my life - I gotta move someplace warm, like New Mexico!

Still here . . . < FFFFF >

Anonymous said...

I don't bother putting on pants to take the trash to the dumpster at the corner, unless the temperature is below -10 F.

Paul said...

Main reason I quit riding scooters in the winter (scooter as an affection term for full dress rides). At 9 degress you have a couple of minutes before the skin freezes.

Or maybe you want to keep your youthful complexion?

South is looking better all the time.

staghounds said...

What, Sidcot suit at the cleaners?

T.Stahl said...

No 'Guns? Checked. Ammo? Plenty.' ??

Tam said...

I said "pants" and "coat". Gun(s) and ammo may therefore be taken as read. ;)

Joseph said...

I have strong opinions on global warming. I'm for it.

Gregg said...

Yeah, it's kind of cold here in Phoenix today, it hasn't passed 60 yet. Won't be comfortable to roll down the windows.

Ed Foster said...

Brought some boxes wrongly delivered to me down to the neighbors place 80-90 yards away last night.

Single digits, 40 mile an hour wind, dry snow being whipped up into rolling clouds.

Sweater, no coat or hat, no gloves or boots. If it's only a few minutes, it just makes the inside of your house all the more cozy when you get back.

Really, after the first few decades, especially if you've spent a lot of time out working in it, it becomes just part of the cycle. We'll turn you into a Yankee yet.

Lergnom said...

Reminds me of when the wife was still the girlfriend, and she invited me over for a drink.
It was 5 below zero.
The car wouldn't start.
It was a mile walk to the subway.
It was 5 below zero.
So I put on:
Herman's Survivors, heavy wool socks, polypropylene long johns, Danish ski patrol wool pants, Pendleton shirt, wool sweater, my old N3-B parka with the wool pile lining, a wool balaclava over a silk balaclava, and silk glove liners under down mittens. The final layer, I had to put on in the vestibule.
Did I mention it was 5 below?

Anonymous said...

Since a former employer blessedly transferred me here, and I have grown to truly love this state, I can't imaging living any further north than the Red River (the border between Texas and Oklahoma, for you furriners).

And that includes my semi-native Kansas.

cap'n chumbucket

Davidwhitewolf said...

You forgot to mention that you'd be doing a rhumba. Or were you not intending to reference that classic short sf tale?

Billll said...

Just as I always suspected. Tam's one of those women who take out the trash in their pajamas.

To go out for any length of time, however, requires dressing warmly.

Hat Trick said...

Wimp! (ducking) Just kidding. :-) I used to run barefoot across the snow covered front yard to get the mail from the mailbox because it was too much trouble to go to the other end of the house to put my boots on for such a short trip.

Cybrludite said...

Dang, LL beat me to the Al Bester reference, and a more subtle one that I'd have used. Oh it's no feat to beat the heat...