I skimped on boots in Detroit every now and again, but in Montreal I was bundled up like the Michelin man with two scarves and boots mink oiled to within an inch...exceeding the inches of the mink's lives, that's for sure. Still ended up getting frostbite once, despite all my fear.
And I didn't even dress like an immigrant from the tropics (Jamaicans will line their clothes with newspaper when it dips into the low 60s)--I was properly dressed in *thick* layers. Stopping over in London on the way there was a good thing.
Still wish I'd had the Russian winter coat there. That thing rocks. I still own it, even though I don't want to winter again. Just in case. Blocks cold like a wall of---cold blocking stuff. Insulation. That's it. But I don't have the footwear.
My brother switches his tires for Winter, I think. I know he did fairly recently. In Idaho.
Last winter I had no idea folk anywhere switched tires with the seasons. But in talking to people at work and at the dojo, that seems to be the thing to do here. I just know I slid around last year and need to do something different this winter. I can't afford a different car, but I can swing new tires.
I have no idea if last year's winter boots are still good or if I need a new pair.
I tossed mine because they were falling apart - $30 cheapies from Marshall's - so now I'm on the hunt again for this winter.
OMG, my dad met my director at a board meeting the other day and was all "My daughter, Sara, work for you in the archive."
facepalm
Astro = small and incestuous. And now that's twice that I know of that he's used me, a pretty much peon, as a namedrop. Tickles me silly.
Last winter I had no idea folk anywhere switched tires with the seasons. But in talking to people at work and at the dojo, that seems to be the thing to do here.
My fam switched to snow tires every winter we lived in Colorado. They really do help.
Come to think of it, my dad did while we were growing up - I remembered changing the snow tires on my parent's '73 Mercury once I was old enough to drive. Later they switched to all-season tires for the cars but still used snow tires on the truck in winter.
Congratulations sarameg.
At Isaac's request we went around the neighborhood to look at Halloween decorations. Holy handgrenades! I had no idea! There are a couple outstanding houses. I knew about the one done up like a proper English churchyard with a giant Death looming over it, we drive by it when we take Franny to school. But there were more! One house had a full moon over it, and a witch flew past it. Plus they had all the great MGM monsters in the yard.
