Real Icicles On Our Fake Icicles

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When the sky becomes so cold that water becomes a solid, that sky needs to go away. That sky needs to summon the sunlight and warm it up to a temperature in which a human can function. Whipping biting bone-chilling wind is the devil, especially when one is trying to pump one’s overpriced gasoline into one’s aging Japanese car. Give me 110 degrees over this any day.

004Okay, Canada. Okay, Yankees up there above the Mason-Dixon line. Bring it. Tell me what a wuss I am and how awesome it is to ski in frosty weather, and how your snowman is the bomb. Tell me 20 degrees ain’t nothin’, that you’ve skinnydipped in Arctic waters and liked it and you can hardly wait to do it again. No, thank you.

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The weatherman predicts colder weather in the morrow, but really, does it matter? Cold is cold. And he’s not losing his job even if it turns out to be cloudy with a chance of meatballs.

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13 comments

  1. I love it! I think those icicles are sooo beautiful. I used to work in the snow here in Australia and just loved it when the ice would start slowly cascading over the edge of my office window.

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    • So do you just listen to the heat run constantly and anticipate a $300 bill? It drives me crazy to hear the heater running nonstop. Plus, we have dogs outside. They would die in zero degrees. I fortunately have two sweaters on and an enormous bottle of merlot, so I feel fine.

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      • I run the HVAC at 70, and have a space heater for whichever room I’m occupying at the moment. There’s also fleece blankets for the bed. I make do with what I have, but it’s not an enjoyable experience.

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  2. I may live in Indiana and it may be snowing with a temp in the teens but I sure don’t have to dig it. Give me desert heat anytime. In the meantime hand me the Jameson and a blanket.

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