<font color="blue"> Do you turn on the radio and the announcer is acting all surprised that it is 80F and sunny and beautiful? </font>
Nope. What happens is I turn on the TV, and they show pictures of how cold and snowy it is Up North.
We came to Florida originally, back in 1972, because my wife can't take the cold. Even here, at times when a "cold" front does move through (and I've seen temperatures as low as 19 degrees, which is an event), my wife's discomfort makes me wonder if we should move on down towards the Equator. She was always tall and thin and had a metabolism rate that just seemed to burn all the heat out of her. She's got a little padding now, and doesn't suffer as much /forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif.
I was used to the cold and never realized how much it bothered me until I went without it. I wouldn't dream of going back for love nor money. As they say around here, once you've got sand in your shoes, you're stuck here. We have a cabin in the NC mountains and sometimes go up there in the winter. I can take the snow and cold for three or four days, with the knowledge that I'll soon be heading South.
I remember those cold, crisp, clear, moonlit nights. We had snowshoes also, and would take long hikes with the dog. We probably had similar weather to yours, as we lived in Westford Mass, just about 10 miles South of Nashua. We had 9 wooded acres and an old worked-out granite quarry behind us that covered about 1000 acres, so we had lots of room to roam.
But, I also remember my fingers sticking to the snow blower's shear pins, and I remember having several winter jackets so a couple could be drying out while I got another one soaked in cold, wet rains that lasted for what seemed to be weeks.
I was going to evening classes at BU in those days, after working in Boston all day. My wife worked in Boston, too, and she would wait for me in the Student Union until my classes were done. I can remember coming home at 10 PM and having to shovel and snow blow a path to the door while my wife sat in the car with the heater running. Our driveway was 200' long, so we would cut a pocket at the base of the drive for the car and hoof it in from there, carrying everything (no compact tractors then, and I couldn't have afforded one, anyway). Only to be greeted the next morning with a snow bank pushed up by the street plows that almost covered our little VW Beetle, and had to be dug through before we could start the whole thing over again.
I'm grateful that so many of you like the cold weather, and wish you the best to enjoy it for many years to come, because there isn't enough room in Florida for all of you. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
Nope. What happens is I turn on the TV, and they show pictures of how cold and snowy it is Up North.
We came to Florida originally, back in 1972, because my wife can't take the cold. Even here, at times when a "cold" front does move through (and I've seen temperatures as low as 19 degrees, which is an event), my wife's discomfort makes me wonder if we should move on down towards the Equator. She was always tall and thin and had a metabolism rate that just seemed to burn all the heat out of her. She's got a little padding now, and doesn't suffer as much /forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif.
I was used to the cold and never realized how much it bothered me until I went without it. I wouldn't dream of going back for love nor money. As they say around here, once you've got sand in your shoes, you're stuck here. We have a cabin in the NC mountains and sometimes go up there in the winter. I can take the snow and cold for three or four days, with the knowledge that I'll soon be heading South.
I remember those cold, crisp, clear, moonlit nights. We had snowshoes also, and would take long hikes with the dog. We probably had similar weather to yours, as we lived in Westford Mass, just about 10 miles South of Nashua. We had 9 wooded acres and an old worked-out granite quarry behind us that covered about 1000 acres, so we had lots of room to roam.
But, I also remember my fingers sticking to the snow blower's shear pins, and I remember having several winter jackets so a couple could be drying out while I got another one soaked in cold, wet rains that lasted for what seemed to be weeks.
I was going to evening classes at BU in those days, after working in Boston all day. My wife worked in Boston, too, and she would wait for me in the Student Union until my classes were done. I can remember coming home at 10 PM and having to shovel and snow blow a path to the door while my wife sat in the car with the heater running. Our driveway was 200' long, so we would cut a pocket at the base of the drive for the car and hoof it in from there, carrying everything (no compact tractors then, and I couldn't have afforded one, anyway). Only to be greeted the next morning with a snow bank pushed up by the street plows that almost covered our little VW Beetle, and had to be dug through before we could start the whole thing over again.
I'm grateful that so many of you like the cold weather, and wish you the best to enjoy it for many years to come, because there isn't enough room in Florida for all of you. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
