Texan winter wonderland
Dec. 7th, 2009 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
norsegirlYeah, "snow" is just not the same here as back home. Not that I'm complaining at all. It gets a little chilly, the sun is still shining and there's all these beautiful fluffy white flakes swirling around in the air but nothing even touches the ground much less stays there. So everything is still dry and green and pretty but there's this sparkly-white beautiful going on in the air.
That was Friday. I bundled Georgia up and took her out for an afternoon walk in the sun and wind. By the time we got out the snow had stopped, but it was still very pretty out. I conceded to zipping my coat up and wore my new hat not because I needed it for the cold but because I need excuses to wear it. Georgia wore a fleece, footed thing that was supposed to be PJs I think and a hat. I don't have any mitts for her. Maybe I should knit some. I ran into one neighbour who complained bitterly about the weather. He had an old pick-up with a towel for a window on one side and was wearing flip flops. I'll give that it's not like being in Edmonton where your wardrobe choices are a matter of life and death (or at least losing digits) but if you dress for the weather then you won't have anything to complain about. I also watched at least 5 people (many were children) climb into that pick-up and there was no second row of seats, so what we have there is definitely an idiot of a few varied stripes.
Last weekend we had the neighbour who lives behind us over to play Rock Band. That only took a year from the initial invite to the actual occurrence *laughs*. Georgia fussed through the whole evening though, so it was just him and Jason playing while I watched and entertained our daughter.
I started writing this on Saturday so I think I'll just post it and start a new entry for today's thoughts...
That was Friday. I bundled Georgia up and took her out for an afternoon walk in the sun and wind. By the time we got out the snow had stopped, but it was still very pretty out. I conceded to zipping my coat up and wore my new hat not because I needed it for the cold but because I need excuses to wear it. Georgia wore a fleece, footed thing that was supposed to be PJs I think and a hat. I don't have any mitts for her. Maybe I should knit some. I ran into one neighbour who complained bitterly about the weather. He had an old pick-up with a towel for a window on one side and was wearing flip flops. I'll give that it's not like being in Edmonton where your wardrobe choices are a matter of life and death (or at least losing digits) but if you dress for the weather then you won't have anything to complain about. I also watched at least 5 people (many were children) climb into that pick-up and there was no second row of seats, so what we have there is definitely an idiot of a few varied stripes.
Last weekend we had the neighbour who lives behind us over to play Rock Band. That only took a year from the initial invite to the actual occurrence *laughs*. Georgia fussed through the whole evening though, so it was just him and Jason playing while I watched and entertained our daughter.
I started writing this on Saturday so I think I'll just post it and start a new entry for today's thoughts...
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Date: 2009-12-07 10:00 pm (UTC)I lived in DC for three years and it was the reverse for dressing: every time they got a whiff of snow all these Eskimos would appear, bundled up in thick coats and boots and scarves. (Plus they would all mob the grocery stores for emergency supplies). My ex and I didn't even bother changing out of our spring clothes--it still wasn't below freezing-- and we got some odd, odd looks.