Tuesday, November 28, 2006
So Cool It's Un-Cool
It was -30 C (-40 C with wind chill) when Abby and I walked to her school this morning. It's quite a production to get ready for weather like this...I feel kind of like a superhero, donning my uniform to brave the cold. I pull on my snowpants (yes, snowpants), boots, sweater, vest, and coat. Wrap a scarf around the front of my face, concealing all but my eyes, pull on a hat with ear flaps, and add an extra hat "for good measure". My coat zipper strains against the bulk. I pull on my gloves, and I'm ready to walk Abby the 5 blocks to school. She is similarly dressed.
I couldn't help chuckling at our ridiculous predicament this morning, straining to see through my watering eyes off the glare of the snow, and against the driving wind. It brought to mind the Robert Munsch story where a boy, Jason, wakes in the middle of the night to find his father has been sleepwalking and left the house in his pajamas...and it's 50 below zero. The story goes:
A woman at Abby's school told me that it went down to -45C today (with the wind chill), so I guess 50 below zero is not as far-fetched as it sounded while reading the book in Victoria.
I couldn't help chuckling at our ridiculous predicament this morning, straining to see through my watering eyes off the glare of the snow, and against the driving wind. It brought to mind the Robert Munsch story where a boy, Jason, wakes in the middle of the night to find his father has been sleepwalking and left the house in his pajamas...and it's 50 below zero. The story goes:
"Yikes, " said Jason, "my father is outside in just his pajamas. He will freeze like an ice cube."
So Jason put on three warm snowsuits, three warm parkas, six warm mittens, six warm socks and one pair of very warm boot sort of things called mukluks. Then he went out the front door and followed his father's footprints. (Robert Munsch, 50 Below Zero, Annick Press Ltd., 1986)
So Jason put on three warm snowsuits, three warm parkas, six warm mittens, six warm socks and one pair of very warm boot sort of things called mukluks. Then he went out the front door and followed his father's footprints. (Robert Munsch, 50 Below Zero, Annick Press Ltd., 1986)
A woman at Abby's school told me that it went down to -45C today (with the wind chill), so I guess 50 below zero is not as far-fetched as it sounded while reading the book in Victoria.
