"Charlene, what makes you come so far in the winter?"
"Have you ever spent a winter in Minnesota"?
"No, but I was in Minneapolis once, first week of April one year. Went to the stadium to watch the crew paint the grass green for opening day. The snow mountains in the parking lot were ginormous."
"Was it cold?"
"Spread the snow everywhere a foot deep, put some ice under that, and drop the temperature to twenty below zero."
"I get the picture."
Oh, yeah. South Texas is the place to be.
The thing is, though, all these people are older than dirt. No kids screaming and laughing as their sleds fly down the hill; (no hill, for that matter) no teens lallygagging around with their semi-innocent PDsA. Not even any professionals or workaday people bustling home for a bite to eat and a bit of rest before rushing back to work at dawn. The social interactions are largely lolling in the sun or in the pool, talking about what once was.
But it's not cold.
I am sure there was no "accusation," but it has been hinted that I might be "rubbing it in." I present today's post as the other side of the coin. Enjoy your family, your work, your winter wherever you are.