The Po Show

Old Man Winter

can be a real bee-otch!

Wasn't it like 67 degrees last week?? And it isn't even really winter! We woke up to 18 degrees Fahrenheit, "feels like" 1. Yes, ONE DEGREE! That "feels like" temp the courtesy of 25 mile an hour winds, with gusts up to 35. Yay.

Of course I would have chuckled indulgently at someone getting torqued over 18 degrees, the winter we lived in MA (oh, so condescending, so quickly), but the abrupt change here is the killer. Plus today Tessa had yet another walking field trip to the alternative high school to see another play. Why must weather turn foul every time she has a walking field trip? I tried to dress her warmly, and tried to show her how to pull her scarf over her nose and mouth. We're CA folks; we have no clue about this shit. She kept saying she wouldn't be able to breathe, and that the scarf wouldn't stay up, and she would have troubles. I figured that once they started walking through this freezing gale, the scarf would be the least of her troubles.

I hope all the little kindergarteners held their mittened hands together tightly, so they wouldn't blow away!!