Jerry was brave enough last night to come and take us for our weekly Tuesday night walk. It was freezing, the coldest day in years. Linda feels so bad for us on Tuesdays since she doesn't get home from teaching until 8:00 p.m. It's a long time for us without an outside break. He bundled us up in coats and sweaters and we headed out. Unless you're a new reader, you know that I am about 9 months overdo for a haircut, so I'm usually fine with my coat on. Chim has really short hair and freezes when it's 50, even with his parka. Last night, I'm the one who cried "Uncle" and made Jerry turn around and come home. In fact, I sprinted up the hill in about 5 minutes just to get home faster. That same walk can take me 20 minutes if I stop and smell every mailbox.
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| "Nana, you just have to learn to dress warmer!" |
When Linda got home, she wasn't feeling very good. Her last class was Aqua Bootcamp and she didn't bother drying her hair before she left the gym. Plus, she wasn't all the way dry after she changed out of her suit and got dressed, so her body was a little wet driving home. By the time she got in the house, her teeth were chattering and her toes felt like they were getting frostbite. Her feet actually burned a little when she got into a warm bath. Lesson learned: wet hair and single digit temps don't go together... oh, and not wearing flip-flops in the winter after being in the pool for an hour.
