Re Sparky's clueless person - I've always thought it was kind of mean to tell people with medical situations horror stories. Why get someone all scared and agitated for what might turn out to be nothing. So if a situation comes up that I've gone through, I'll try to reassure people that it doesn't have to be so bad (mamograms, tooth extractions, etc.)
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That, Toddson, is because you are a sensitive, intelligent person. Which, obviously, are qualities that Mme. Clueless has yet to acquire.
The problem I've had with the "it feels colder in the South because of the humidity" argument is that Southerners can't get their minds around how low Northern temperatures can fall. Nothing -- and I mean nothing -- prepares you for days when the high is 10 below, and the low is 25 below. When you wear a scarf over your face because it's so cold that (white font for TMI) the moisture inside your nose freezes each time you take a breath . You don't see that kind of weather regularly, but I did see it every few winters growing up. And southern Wisconsin isn't the worst part of the U.S. for cold winters.
To be fair, Northerners are just as weak about hot weather. 90 degrees doesn't mean it's too hot to go outside, unless it's so humid that a thunderstorm will probably drive you inside within the hour anyway.
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I remember cold quite well from upstate NY. The boys get mocked soundly by both of us when they complain of the cold. Silly kids.
Which reminds me, must have my son bring a jacket when he goes to Jax on Thursday. A parent of one of his friends is taking 3 boys up for the football game. I told him he could go as long as he arranged to reschedule a semester final he has that day. No doubt he is groveling right now.
What's White Death, besides snow in literature?
I'm hoping to be hitting the post office in the next day or so, depending on weather (sorry, I'm not walking on icy walks more than I have to).
Did I already say how much I love you, just for moving from the "crazy thought" to "well, it's doable" phase?
Shir, I think I probably lost the heat and electricity because of the clean up from the ice storm last week. My part of the city was hit very hard. I'm at Mom's now where there is heat, electricity, and food. So, all is good.
What's White Death, besides snow in literature?
"White Death" is a sarcastic term to refer to a small-ish amount of snowfall that people react to as if it were a 3-day blizzard. Because people panic, the highways become gridlocked even if no accidents have happened. People also mob the grocery stores to buy bread and milk.
Why bread and milk? Probably they're the items that people most think they'll run out of if they're trapped in their homes for days by the snow. (If it were me, I'd get beer and cookies.)
BTW, very few snowfalls in my lifetime have been heavy enough to keep people in their homes for more than 24 hours.
White Death = snow.
Omnis, when I lived in a winter wonderland I would get the car warming up, then turn on the defrost. First I'd scrape the side windows, by then the rear window defogger would be starting to work and I'd have some purchase to scrape the ice off the rear window. I'd do the windshield last as the defroster would start to work and I could get my scraper up under there and often push big pieces of ice up and off. I also think it's a good idea to invest in a heavy-duty long-handled scraper.That's pretty much what I did, except I didn't start on the side windows. I started on the back, and realized how thick it was, then said "fuck good MPG" and started the car. The rear defroster works FAST. It helped break up the ice in good time. Then went around to the front. Since my car has a good swoop to the front, I scraped ice from the headlights too! By the time I got to the windshield, the ice on it was softended on the bottom section, and the top kinda slid off in blocks. it wasn't too bad once I started the car, but still. Arm isn't used to it. And miracle of miracles, being the pack rat I am, I still had the long handled scrapper from when I lived in the nor'east.
We have discovered here that 45 mph is the magic speed where, if you do not scrape the snow off your car hood, it will come flying at you with a fury.