It’s cold down here in Texas. And not just “I ate a bowl of ice cream and now I’m cold” type of cold. It’s more of the “cover your plants, don’t let your pipes freeze, and bring your pets inside” kind of cold. So cold that an ice storm last night has canceled ninety-five percent of schools for the day.
Now, I’m just chronically cold. I always carry a sweater with me just in case I get a little chilly because one of the things I find the most uncomfortable is when I am trying to enjoy myself but I can’t because I’m too busy shivering. But in spite of my cold nature, I love the cold weather.
I guess I don’t love the cold weather so much as I enjoy the mood I’m in when it’s cold outside. It makes me want to put on my pajamas, fix some hot chocolate, and hop into bed with a good book. But when I have to go out into it, that’s a whole other story.
Yesterday the temperature was thirty-eight degrees and my wardrobe consisted of long john pants under my jeans, thick wool socks, a tank top, a long sleeve undershirt, a t-shirt, my heavy Eddie Bauer coat, a scarf, a beanie, and even a pair of gloves. I wanted to stay as warm as possible on my two minute walk from my car to the building where my class was held. Even the inside of my car was freezing. I could have left a bottle of water in my car and it would have been icebox temperature by morning time.
But in my defense the weather report did say that yesterday felt like twenty-five degrees and to this Texas girl who is used to the heat and humidity, that’s pretty darn cold.
So I’m going to enjoy the cold weather while it lasts. Because by the time summer rolls around the only cool air that I’ll be able to get is by standing in front of the freezer.