Not as cold as Kansas, but still, it’s quite chilly — 30s and 40s. It’s California kold (cold for us, but not really in the scheme of things, hence the “k” — fake cold 🙂 a new courtney-ism). It was quite funny to hear all the weather reporters talk about the snow on Friday here. “It’s snowing on Mount So-and-So at 4,000 feet and also on Mount Such-and-Such at 3,500 feet.”
The above picture was from the ice storm in Kansas City in 2002. The ice storm sucked, but at least I had power, unlike most of the city. I can’t believe an ice storm didn’t get us out of work for at least part of a day. This was a fun time for me though (despite the cold, cold weather). It was shortly after I got my dog, Milo. The night I got him we drove home and it started to snow. By morning the entire world was blanketed with a few inches of snow. We would go out, he would be on his leash, pulling me around in the snow like I was on skis (instead of tennis shoes) so he could sniff any and everything within — do I say smell here instead of sight?
I remember this morning because I had a pair of sheepskin houseshoes on, the kind that have just the skins for soles. I had only had Milo for a short time — maybe a week or two. We stepped outside, and each individual blade of grass had been frozen, and they stuck through my shoes like I was walking on needles. I had never seen anything like this before (or felt anything quite like it before either). Even Milo wasn’t too happy that morning — he did his business and went right back inside.
He doesn’t have to worry about that anymore. It may be too cold for me, but it’s not for him.
That should be enough rambling for now. I’m not sure anyone out there is reading, but if you can make sense of this post, good for you! 🙂 Seems like the ramblings of a mad… hatter to me.
