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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I like winter, but we get our weird idealized version of winter here, where there's a lot of snow so you feel like it's winter, but it's so dry it doesn't generally impede driving for long. And I like the rhythm of the sun elongating into the sunroom, and sitting in front of the woodstove.
The house is comfortable all seasons, but I do like a snug winter.
This could be fun. My sister just announced her engagement on FB. (She's not engaged. Just worded a sentence really really badly.) t makes popcorn
We've been mostly without winter here too, except for a couple of brief snows and maybe two weeks where it consistently stayed below freezing. The rest of the time it's been wonderful sunshine-y 50s, 60s, and 70s—the kind of spring/fall weather that I've lamented us never getting.
I worry that the price is going to be 6 months of bug-filled triple digit temperatures this summer.
For me, preparing for winter means switching the blankets on my bed, putting my bike away, and closing the insulated curtains on my windows.
Also switching out which clothes are on shelves and which are in boxes. But preparing for summer means doing all the same things in reverse.
OK, Amber Tamblyn is hilarious.
Winter now means wearing socks, long pants, and shirts with sleeves.
Stupid socks.
I got to visit with Stephanie and 2/3rds of her sprog. I even got to hold the baby - completely adorable.
I think only my footwear changes for winter. Yes, I wear my sweatshirt more often and occasionally haul out my heavy coat, but otherwise, not much changes.
I have lived in tornado country my whole life, so I'm not in a position to pick my favorite natural disaster. From a tornado country point of view, hurricanes seem to have too much warning and earthquakes not enough.
If I had to choose, I'd choose to live where there are hurricanes. Powerful, but slow-moving and you have time to get out of the way.
Tornados are skittish things that may or may not show up.
Or possibly go to the moon, where there's no atmosphere to get its panties in a twist.