Tonight I happened to follow two guys and a girl out of the gym and one of the guys commented on how cold it was and the girl said, "What, are we living in the Atlantic?" And the guys said, "Did you mean the Arctic?" and the tone of his voice made me believe that she said these sorts of things all the time. Cute.
On that cold note: okay, so I know that nearly everyone else lives in really cold places. You're all buried under miles of snow and it's -117 degrees and we here in beautiful Southern California don't even know what suffering is. But you have to understand, we're not used to this! Sure, a high of 50 can seem down right balmy to you but to us it's the end of the world. And when it gets down in the 30s at night, as it has for many, many days now, we sort of lose our minds. Our blood is so thin! Our skin is so delicate! They only sell coats here for fashion, not for warmth! There was ICE on the church sidewalks this morning after seminary! Ice!!! Kids were sliding all over the place. We don't know what to do with ice. People only wear Vans and Chucks here. Those aren't shoes meant for ice! And don't even think about leaving a comment about how cold your weather is right now. You chose to live outside of paradise. Those of us who live here are used to a certain standard of warmth that has not been met in many days. Let's show a little compassion for my frostbitten fingers.
Did I really just write my second post in a row about the weather. Ugh - please, everyone stop reading this blog.