: and noses return to grindstones :

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Well, what did you expect? Summer’s over — theoretically if not officially — and with it went the grand, carefree lifestyle it brings.

noseNow, post-Labor Day, we must prepare for the ghastly thing called winter. Let’s get serious, people, our survival hangs in the balance. This is a familiar process, these preparations. We cover the patio furniture, drag the grill into the garage, drain the lawn mower, and gas up the snowblower. Hoping, praying, this is year we won’t need it, but knowing we will.

It’s practically an annual rite. We hunker down, targets in the crosshairs, and seek shelter in wool and fleece and goose down. Thus armored we await the harsh test of endurance that lies ahead: us vs. the elements. I don’t mean elements like you’ll find on the Periodic Table, I mean the elements: weather. Things like snowflakes — by the effing zillions — sleet and ungodly cold; icicles, polar vortexes, Alberta Clippers, and nor’easters. Against this onslaught, we resort to our big guns: Gore Tex. We’re not bloodthirsty, just cold.

But, on a positive note, it could be worse. We could live in Antarctica, the southernmost continent in the world. How much worse could it be? Oh, lots worse. For instance:

~ Most of Antarctica is covered in ice over 1 mile thick. (Although with global warming … )
~ If all the ice in Antarctica were to melt, sea levels would rise 200 feet — plus or minus.
~ About 90% of the Earth’s ice is located in Antarctica and 70% of the world’s fresh water.
~ There are no polar bears in Antarctica, but plenty of penguins and seals.
~ The coldest recorded temperature on this planet occurred in 1983 at Vostok Station in Antarctica, a brisk −128.6 °F. (−89.2 °C).

Boys and girls, winter this way comes. Run. Run for your lives.

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15 Responses to “: and noses return to grindstones :”

  1. valentinelogar

    Thank you for the reminder, guess I will have to call Valentine’s Furs and make an appointment to pick up my fur from storage. Yes, the name of my furrier is also my name, no it isn’t a coincidence. Twenty-three years ago when I decided to thumb my nose at all the politically correct nonsense of not wearing mink, I found Valentine’s in Dallas and thought, that is too cool so that is where I went to buy, they store, clean and pet my mink ever since.

    Winter comes to Dallas, I wear fur!

    But for now, Winter is not here not even close. I will not wear gortex (what is that?).

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    • publikworks

      You can tell you’re not from around here. Gore Tex is a tough, durable fabric for winter wear that’s supposed to be impervious to cold. It isn’t, though. Nothing is.

      Fur comes close, but nope. Not even that. Forced air heating is the only possible solution.

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        • publikworks

          That’s two of us! Except my threshold is 80. I’m not a timid person, but I have a very real fear of being cold. I know it’s stoopid and makes me a wuss, but there it is. I don’t like it, but I can’t change it.

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