Monday, October 06, 2008

A Chill in the Air

I haven't written lately, have I! I have had every good intention of taking some photos of the knitting I have been working on, as well as of some of the jewelry I have made lately, but... as my 7th grade teacher told me, "the road to hell is paved with good intentions". I remember being horrified that my 7th grade teacher said "hell" to me... despite what my parents might tell you, I was a very good little girl back then!

I sometimes think about what I was like back then, compared to the middle school kids I work with now. I mean, I think the first time I ever said an actual swear in front of my parents, I was over 18. I did my homework, came home within 15 minutes of when my parents told me to, I even did my own laundry by age 12. Not so with a lot of the kids I now know. They are having such a different life experience than I did!

Anyway, I am getting off track. The title of this post is referring to the onset of Fall. There have already been a few mornings where I have been able to see my breath on the way to my car, and although my window is still open, I did need to pull a blanket up over my sheet in bed a few times. Flip flops are really not an option any more. I know soon enough that my car window will stop rolling down until perhaps March, and that I'll have to start doing the 'penguin walk' down the icy sidewalks to keep from slipping and falling.

I don't always mind the cold weather... if you're dressed for it, it's not really that big a deal. It's the precipitation that annoys me the most; it makes things slippery, makes roads impassable, that sort of thing. Sure, when it is only 4 degrees and windy, I hate the cold for sure... but anything around 30 or above is really no biggie.

I hate it when people say, "well, if you don't like the weather, move!" It is such an ignorant oversimplification of why people choose to live where they do. And really - is there anywhere in the world where I would like the weather every single day of the year? Most likely, no. In warm places, it gets waaaay too hot in the summer. Or rains too much. Or has earthquakes. Or devastating hurricanes. Or major political unrest. You get the idea.

The reason I live where I do has much more to do with the culture, the history, proximity to friends and family, etc. than it has to do with the weather. I LIKE where I live. I have my own place in an interesting, vibrant city, and have made lots of friends here. I live within an hour of my parents and grandmother. I have a good job that I like. New England is a gorgeous part of the world. In the grand scheme of things, it is quite safe and clean, and I have all of the freedoms I could wish to have.

Anyway, a big pooh to those who have chosen to oversimplify things so erroneously. And a cheerful welcome to Fall - I like YOU a lot! It's winter that I frequently feel somewhat ambivalent about!

1 comment:

KnittingKnirvana said...

I LOVE fall and attempt to tolerate winter too!!