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katallison) wrote2004-10-17 08:54 pm
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I may have said it a year ago, or two years, at this time, but it bears repeating -- the sound of sleet rattling on dead leaves, in the blustery chill night, is, for any good Minnesotan, the leitmotif signalling that winter is lurking in the wings and readying itself to take the stage.
Shut the windows and latch 'em tight, turn on the furnace and dig out the flannels. We won't see the 60-plus days again until April, a half-year from now.
Shut the windows and latch 'em tight, turn on the furnace and dig out the flannels. We won't see the 60-plus days again until April, a half-year from now.
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However, the mornings, just before sunrise are cool.
Cool enough to prompt the cat to sleep on me for about 30 minutes.
That's how I know it's winter. When the cat stops sleeping next to my husband and starts sleeping on me.
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I'm actually kind of pleased about this whole cold weather thing. Sometime in the last 12 years, when I wasn't looking, I seem to have turned into a northerner.
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Save me, new high-R-value windows! Save me!
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Alas, not right there with you on the new windows part. But we have rope caulk, and doublesided tape and plastic.
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Those were the days.
Remember, here in Minnesota, we get all of our months every year - we just don't always get them in order.