Here in SD with you. People just don’t understand, we don’t DO weather.

My dog looks out the window with a puzzled look on her face….as in “What the hell is THAT coming down on my pee spots? Ah geez, I got my feet wet.”

Water department will probably take away one of our days now…

Um, gotta share that here in Saskatoon Saskatchewan Canada tonight its 30 below.
That’s 30 below zero. But, as we say, its a dry cold!!!
Now, its not likely that you California types will be able to imagine it, not really, but try to envisage being inside your freezer, then double it.
And our dogs don’t like it either — darn chilly bathroom they’ve got.

But at least you have health care.

Dry cold beats wet cold all to hell. It’s below zero here on the wet coast and the chill of damp cold seeps through my down coat (that guarantees warmth to -24C).

I still miss the deep snowy dry cold of Ontario. And the pretty snow. *sigh*

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Fenway looks Beckhamish in that pic.

I spent the weekend in Austin. Drove 700 miles south of home and it was colder in Texas than it was in KC. I also saw it snow while I was there, all 75 flakes of it.

San Jose has taken on an alpine aspect; the snow level came down to 1,000 feet. People haven’t seen these temps for about 20 years. A white Christmas in the Valley is a definite possibility this year. And for anyone who goes shopping up here, Stanford Shopping Center is being killed by the megaplexes at Valley Fair and Oakridge, so you will find lots of parking and little crowds in Palo Alto, and all your favorite chains (except Crabtree and Evelyn).

Fenway definitely looks like Beckham; I suppose he understands now…

You think it’s cold in San Diego?

In Phoenix, our thermometers don’t go below 70F. All I know is that Arthur’s been trying to get the quilt off me for the last 5 hours and I refuse to share.

WE DO NOT HAVE THE PROPER APPAREL.

Fenway looks quite well dressed for the chilly weather.

Oh, you meant the humans lack these necessities. Oh, well, just wrap up in a few extra beach towels. Maybe Fenway will share his duvet with you tonight.

Heh. You Californians are so adorable when you’re “cold”. We’re expecting 55mph winds today with a mixture of sleet and snow. Just another winter day in Ohio. ;-)

/eyeroll

I almost had to put on my coat today. That’s Florida for ya. Brrr!

No kidding. I can never remember where I’ve posted this link, but here, have some statistics to warm you up.

Be thankful you don’t live here – the low tonight is supposed to be -58.

Hell, that sounds like high summer here in the northern Rockies. It is currently -10 with wind.

It’s cute the way he whines, though, innit?

Yes, when we freeze our ass off in Canada, it doesn’t cost us a cent to get it reattached.

WE DO NOT HAVE THE PROPER APPAREL. Or driving skills.

The tire chains go on your vehicle’s drive wheels. HTH.

Yeah, I just want to pat, pat, pat him on his widdle head! I put my coat on for the first time yesterday. It was…MAYBE twenty degrees. And, I discovered that my cutoff for driving with the windows open and no jacket is thirty-eight degrees.

ah Cathie, our airline had regular winter contracts flying to the Caribbean out of Saskatoon and Calgary – world’s nicest passengers. Canadian Customs once fireman carried me off the plane kicking and screaming when I refused to step out on to the -22 deg tarmac.

During my car-less years in California, my shoes never quite dried out from November through March.

As an East Coast mother, I was utterly unprepared for the Battle of the Snowsuits, The Refusal of the Mitten Clips, and You Can’t Make Me Wear These Boots, followed in the teenage years by Mom I Don’t NEED a Jacket, a long-running drama still in progress…

In the 50s and raining. My aren’t you the hearty one? :) Supposed to get about 9 inches of snow here in the next day or so.

We’ve had our rescue kitty for 2 years now, but this recent spell of zero degree nights has her asking to come under the covers at about 4am; she’s never wanted to before. Maybe like has turned to love, or maybe it’s just frickin’ cold.

Greeting from Hollywood.

I spent the day exactly the same way the dog did, excepting the fact that no one was there to re-make the bed between brief emergences to change the DVD in the player, eat, or refill the glass.

And I’m reminded by the comments above that as a California native in college in Wisconsin, and snow for the first time, I kept the locals in stitches with dudespeak answers to their weather taunts.

Example Question, “Hey, ChrisV, how do you like the snow?”

Answer: “Whoa, totally gnarly, dude, I keep getting it in my flip-flops…”

I went to college in central New York and not only did we have 156 inches of snow my senior year (pretty typical, actually), but we also had a rule that you were not allowed to respond “It’s cold” to the question “How is it outside?” unless it was so cold that upon your first inhale all the hair in your nostrils froze. This happened roughly a dozen times per winter, if not more.

Otherwise, the response would be “Oh, it’s a little nippy out there” or “You might want to wear a sweater”. This would be on a day when the high was any positive number.

But at least it was a dry cold. Yes, it really makes a difference.

Live from Los Angeles it’s Argonaut! Nym stolen from the home football team back when I lived near Trana (Toronto). As a yute, I would go out and play tennis in the spring as soon as it got above freezing – and that was in the Dark Ages before Warmup Suits. Yesterday I refused to go outside because it was 50 degrees and a bit moist. All you Canuckistanians – it will happen to you too if you emigrate. The body adjusts.

PS: our husky wasn’t too thrilled either, and his genes are from Siberia.

You don’t have the skills to drive in fucking rain??

signed: gbear from Minnesota.

It is cold. I only own 3 sweatshirts for crying out loud, lol

Argonaut writes: As a yute, I would go out and play tennis in the spring as soon as it got above freezing – and that was in the Dark Ages before Warmup Suits.

Yeah, and as I recall from the Wisconsin days, when it nudged above 50F, we called it “shirtsleeve weather”, and sat around on the grassy commons soaking up the warmth.

As you say, the body adjusts.

LOL! I grew up in Indiana and Pennsylvania, and lived first part of my adult life in Massachusetts and Pennsylvania, again. Coldest – Indiana, by far. Snowiest, too, followed closely by Pa.

Fast forward: 25 years in San Antonio, Texas, where I was told on arrival there are 2 seasons – summer, and January, but which is having actual cold winters lately:
Anyway, now I’m a sissy, turning up the heat at 55 deg, and wearing my coat, scarf and gloves in 40+ degrees the last week. (this is really early for us to have cold weahter).
Yes, my sissy Texas kitties have been lap critters for several weeks now; can barely move them off so I can get up.

Funny– here in Connecticut I turned on our heat for the first time on Monday. I was raking leaves in my shirtsleeves Thanksgiving week, and scraped the frost off my windshield yesterday, another first. I’m on the coast so our weather is a bit more mellow than the rest of the state, but even so it’s a late start to the season.

One more tale and then I’ll stop:

My college years in Wisconsin were my first experience with snow, and I consequently built my first snowman at age eighteen (moving on soon to free standing toilet fixtures, as the snow matched the look of them much better). A pretty girl taught me how to make snow angels one night; I fell in love with her on the spot; it was that magical. In short, I miss snow.

Additional Comedy Relief provided by my dog, Wagner, who would chase a thrown snowball into a huge drift, and dig for hours, barking ferociously, in a futile attempt to retrieve it. I didn’t think I’d ever stop laughing, the poor dope. Was that cruel of me? Sorry, I was young and probably high.