Often, I suspect no one is reading this blog and obviously, I really can’t be sure. But I do suspect Old Man Winter has been checking it out, because since the last post-date we’ve been having a spell of real winter here in Boston.
First off, we have had a nice stretch of really cold weather after an unseasonably warm start. And I mean COLD: eye-popping, snot-freezing, Arctic COLD. This latest deep-freeze hung over New England for a week. I could imagine that viewed from space, the region’s power-grid had to be glowing like the wires in your toaster. It was so cold warming up the car was definitely not an option. I would head out 20 minutes before going anywhere and get the car started. I’d also make sure the bird feeder was full because I knew my avian buddies were burning mega-calories in that arctic chill.
Part of Winter Weather fun is of course getting bundled up. Breaking out all the funky winter wear that you finally realize is designed by necessity not style. I broke out my trusty rabbit-fur bomber hat complete with furry chin strap. My head looked like a beige soccer ball with fur sticking out along the seams. I had an appointment at Kenmore square and decided to walk down Commonwealth Ave to the next T stop. Not a good idea. It was a magnificently clear blue winter day. I was the only crazy guy outside- at noon no less. The wind was howling, adding a sub-zero wind-chill to the jaunt, and after about a hundred yards it felt as if I had NO PANTS ON! It was that cold. I was never so thankful to get to a ratty T station and get out of the cold.
Tonight, it is a bit warmer. A light snow is falling and everything looks beautiful. The snow has turned from flakes to ice and the driving is getting hazardous. The limbs of the trees are all accented with white. I walked home and the snow on the sidewalk looked like the frosting on Vienna finger cookies when you take the top off to save a few calories.
Change is often inevitable, and it certainly seems like Global Warming is indeed real.
But I’m Old School. I will always want my winters to be winter.
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