Well.
It’s -4 here.
That’s negative four degrees.
We didn’t do that in Boston in the daylight hours. I didn’t realize we were moving to the Siberia of America. (Isn’t that northern Michigan and the Dakotas, where it was in the negative thirties yesterday? Good god people.)
Also, during our journey here from my parents’ in Chicago, we drove through three snow squalls on route 65.
I was in the backseat feeding Pitter pears when Sweet Cheeks said, “It looks like there could be a tornado up ahead.”
Indeed. The sky was a weird gray-brown along the horizon, which extends in every direction in northern Indiana. The two farmhouses in the distance looked fuzzy, like they were sitting amidst a swirling dust. I rubbed my eyes but the blurriness only worsened. Suddenly we were in it.
The sun disappeared and snow began swirling across the road like dust in the desert. Visibility also diminished considerably.
“Sweetheart,” I warned, “It’s time to stop passing tractor trailers and chill in the right lane, mmmkay?”
Sweet Cheeks drove responsibly for the next 10 minutes, which was all it took for the bizarre little storm to dissipate. Then the sky cleared, turned a pretty pale blue, and the sun emerged again.
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Pitter’s nose is running for the first time in his brief life. He’s also pushing up on his knees and rocking back and forth a lot. Then he does the yoga plank move/a military pushup. Crawling is imminent.
Oh yeah. And yay Colts.
3 Comments
February 5, 2007 at 12:39 pm
Hi K,
This is Cathy’s Tim, just writing to say hi and welcome you to the Midwest. As a native of North Dakota, your description brings me back to my childhood when I would go sledding with my friends when it was ten below and not even think about it. You’ll never appreciate spring more than after a good Midwestern winter.
Hope your blogging helps the transition.
Tim
February 6, 2007 at 9:35 am
Hi Tim,
Oh no! It was a tough transition for me to wait until May for spring on Boston after growing up in New York, where it often occurs as early as late March.
I was pleasantly surprised to see some landmasses easily described as hills around here, though. I was under the impression I would be in a world much like Kansas. Maybe the child will experience sledding of some sort if we stay out here that long!
Thanks for being the first (and possibly only) commenter here!
K
April 9, 2007 at 7:41 am
Good site!!!