I don’t get hung up on bad weather. Not usually, anyway. I can handle the cold, I can handle the rain. But what I can’t stand is the cold [i]and[/i] the rain. Cold, rain and [i]windy[/i] is just the ultimate horror show, but this one window–low 40s and rain–is just awful. (Well, that’s how it is in New York City right now, anyway).
Now, I know we don’t get many days like this, because if it gets any colder, we’ll get some snow–and I like snow–and it if gets warmer, then it’s just raI don’t get hung up on bad weather. Not usually, anyway. I can handle the cold, I can handle the rain. But what I can’t stand is the cold [i]and[/i] the rain. Cold, rain and [i]windy[/i] is just the ultimate horror show, but this one window–low 40s and rain–is just awful. (Well, that’s how it is in New York City right now, anyway).
Now, I know we don’t get many days like this, because if it gets any colder, we’ll get some snow–and I like snow–and it if gets warmer, then it’s just raining. But [i]rain and cold [/i]just seems to soak into my pours. And then into my mood. I’m a pretty good natured guy. I don’t get down too often, and when I do, it tends not to last. But these cold, rainy days are just miserable.
It doesn’t mean that I don’t have good days despite this bad weather, but this just happens to be the combination that gets to me. It also take me back a ways.
Years ago–I know I’m dating myself–I had that classic first job. A paper route. And I really liked it. Mostly. But the thing I hated most about it were those days when it was cold, rainy and windy. For those of you who remember, and for those who never had a paper route, you would take a few clamps and fastened a hard, plastic milk crate to the front of your bike, and place your daily supply of papers inside. But that would make the front of your bike heavy and lopsided, so using the kickstand didn’t always work too well. Whenever possible you would lean your bike against a tree or signpost.
But when the wind was really kicking up, I can’t tell you how many times it knocked my bike over, and half my stack of newspapers went scattering all over the place, which was bad enough. You know what kind of a pain it is to reconfigure 43 newspapers? Not fun. Now add the rain, and I had to do this without ruining the papers, which meant keeping a plastic bag over the papers and ducking under a tree while keeping my bike upright. Thing is, you really need free hands–ungloved hands–to have the dexterity to deal with newspapers in this fashion. The pages are thin. So not only would it be windy and rainy, but my knuckles would get red and raw–freezing at the joints–as I’m trying to reinsert the papers in the damp, chilly air.
The best part is when, after reinserting all of my papers, my bike would go down again! Oh, I really worked on my four-letter words on those days …
But I digress.
I know this wonky weather won’t last forever, but I can’t say it’s my favorite. Not my favorite at all. So I’m hoping for a quick ending of this particular combination, and hoping that gets better before it gets worse.
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