Happy New Year! Let's talk about the weather!
Why? Because I had to pop over to Walgreens just now and when I walked outside I got frostbite on my ears. A woolly mammoth escorted me to my car. I passed a group of Norwegian cross-country skiers with snot icicles dangling from their noses. And then the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse trotted by as a sure sign that the end of the world is nigh.
Because it's 3 in the afternoon and only 50 degrees outside.
Somebody pass me a parka. I am living in the tundra!
I know, I know, I KNOW. There's a whole contingency out there to whom 50 degrees right now would mean shorts and flip-flops. And to you I say, the cold weather has addled your brains. Your judgement cannot be trusted.
The other night I was out with my sisters and Val and Annie (Knechts! Appels! Party!) and we were standing around in the parking lot of Miguel's, blissfully stuffed on chips and salsa, talking about the weather. Don't think that I'm the only 80 year old out there, folks. The question came up: would you rather live in a cold place or a hot place. And suddenly it was like Sophie's Choice. My mind couldn't fathom either. Because I was once standing in another parking lot, this one in Phoenix, and across the street was a bank thermometer that read 117 and I could feel the bones in my legs catching on fire. But on the flip side, I just made a joke about the tundra.
So I opted out of the question because both seem like an impossibility. I am weak. But happier for it.
What would you choose? Phoenix or Duluth?
13 comments:
Phoenix because we've got Tia Rosa's, and Oreganos. Those restaurants are so good it makes the 117 degree temps worth it. You should come and see for yourself. We've got a room here ready for you.
Phoenix because we've got Tia Rosa's, and Oreganos. Those restaurants are so good it makes the 117 degree temps worth it. You should come and see for yourself. We've got a room here ready for you.
Ok, now I'm feeling like a dumb blond because it posted my comment twice. Just for the record I did not type it out twice. But since I'm leaving another comment on here I might as well continue with why living in Phoenix is better...with hot weather you don't smuggle raisins as much (like Renee Zellweger's embarrassing moment in 'New in Town').
I'll tell you that I have lived in both and I would choose the frozen tundra. Today was 47 here and I was out shoveling the melting ice off the driveway in my t-shirt. It was a beautiful thing. Just think that with the frozen north, you actually have snow for Christmas (which is so happy) and the joy of spring is incredible. Also, I love layers and sweaters and scarfs and cute mittens and toe socks, and those aren't so fun in hot places.
My advice for you is to stay where you are, keep your friends that live in both the north and the south and come visit us more.
I'm going to join Andrea and leave two comments because I just read my comment and I'd like to swith scarfs to scarves. Thank you and goodnight.
The high was 17 degrees today. Stop your whining! I love 70 degrees on Christmas day.
Phoenix because I'm always cold.
Phoenix because you can always cool off but when you get chilled to the bone it is so hard to warm up, but I am happy with our weather here because we do not get the extreme either way.
Maui
I'm going to pick both and become a snowbird with a condo in Mesa for the winter and a cabin in the mountains for the summer (that has a conveniently located shopping center) for the summer.
New year's eve when we were doing fireworks outside around 10pm it was minus 8 degrees. While standing outside watch the fireworkes I was wondering what is that sharp tingling sensation in my nose - I was told it was my nose hairs freezing! Now that is COLD!!!
Phoenix - because we have pools, ample air conditioning and snowcones in the summer and because 50 degrees really should be the lowest temperature anyone should have to feel.
Could I choose Tucson instead of Phoenix? 'Cause I really love Tucson.
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