It’s sometimes hard for me to believe my own self, given that I famously complained after leaving San Francisco to move back to South Florida that I would never live in a cold climate again, but I am as much of a Minnesotan as any boy from Florida could ever be and my experience this morning confirms it.
You know you’re a real Minnesota when …. you take the dog out for the last piddle of the morning before heading off to work and while standing out in the yard waiting for her to do her business you find yourself thinking …
Well, it is 9 below out, and I suppose I should be lamenting how cold it is like so many others are, but the sun is out and the wind is calm and it’s really quite a nice winter morning, don-chya-no!
So, thereyago. We will leave for another day my favorite Minnestoa-ism which is “fer cute!” (And if you are from Minnesota, you know exactly what that means and how to use it.
yah, you bet!
As I was waiting for my bus this morning, I thought it not so bad at 9 below because the wind was still. It would have been a good morning to go outside with a a bucket of water and throw it into the air. The water actually freezes as it comes down!! Only people who live in very cold climates get to experience that kind of fun!
I was loving this morning’s chill. It was very still outside, and every sound was amplified. And the snow was super crunchy! (Fifteen below at my house!)
OK, now the pictures, Boyd. Can’t even imagine! I want to see Beulah crunching in the snow with her daddy.