Last night, as I layered up to take Franny out for her last relief stroll of the day, S commented that the overnight low for that night was going to be around 4 degrees.
She then stated with all the authority of the Weather Person (don't ever call her a Weathergirl...) she once was in a previous life, that tonight's low mercury reading would make for an entire 100+ degree variation in temperature in 4 months.
That's right. Four short months ago, we were sweltering in a heat spell that racked up 32 days of 100+ degree weather for Oklahoma's '06 summer season.
So ask me if I'm complaining about this little cold spell we've got going on here. Go ahead, ask me.
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Put down your hearing horns and turn down your WonderEars(tm), because you won't hear a single peep out of me.
Cold I can deal with. Even this kind of cold.
At least there aren't any skeeters buzzing around and itching my non-deeted up legs.
We did get word last night that all the trees around my in-law's lake house in the eastern part of the state were down. As in frozen, cracked off and brought to the ground. What a mess.
Always the chipper one, my M-i-L simply stated, "at least we'll have a nice view of the lake for awhile."
These Okie's are hearty people.
Currently boning up on my WW2 history (sorta) by reading The Rising Tide A Novel of the Second World War by Jeff Shaara
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