Wow! My wish for extreme weather is being granted. Another
Arctic air blast has arrived. Here in Minnesota. And it’s
supposed to stick around for five days. Sunday’s high temperature – yes, the
high -- is supposed to be 8 degrees below zero. After an overnight low of
18 below. This morning, in preparation for the delightful frigid onslaught, I
installed a thin see-through insulation.
On the windows. In dear cat Loverboy’s room. Because he’s a sissy.
Meanwhile, I’ll try to set a fine example. By walking outdoors. Daily. For 10
miles. I’m not a lamebrain though. Venturing out. Mostly when the sun is
shining. The cars are nestled in the garage. But still, I’ll start them several
times a day. I have provisions. To last
me a week or more. Happy. Happy. Happy. To feel the thrill of true winter. In
an age of global warming. I’ll pretend. For a while. That I’m in exotic Norway. Yes, there
are similarities. Between Minnesota and Norway. Little
wonder that Scandinavians settled in Minnesota.
Reminded them of their homeland. Nirvana. Paradise.
Anyway, another sign. That I am in love. With winter. With life. With the
fresh, clean and stimulating air. Little wonder. I’m feeling an inner warmth. On the coldest,
coldest days. --Jim Broede
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