Hot Blooded
Man it's good to be home!
Nothing beats coming home to southern California in January. We were in Utah for the past nine days enjoying the benefits of a "white" Christmas - all of which were forgotten the second the plane touched down on the California coast this morning and a sea of flip-flop clad, cosmetically engineered, bimbos welcomed us back to Paradise.
Despite the delightful weather in L.A. today, I couldn't rid myself of the Northern cold that had permeated my joints. The first thing I did was to open up the sliding doors in our bedroom and take a long nap to the sound of my hummingbirds whirring outside at their feeders. Afterwards, I opened our front door and knelt reverently in a hot puddle of sunshine with my eyes closed, purring like a fat cat. To complete my re-warming process I took an extended soak in the tub to get the most stubborn of the chill out of my toes. Ten hours later I feel almost human again.
I don't know how you extreme climatists do it. After only nine days I was a mental wreck. My in-laws started looking like jerky and I had the strange urge to go out and club baby seals. I get it. Snow is pretty. You know what else is pretty? Lava. Let's all go live on beautiful lava flow. Or if it's really all about looks, can you imagine anything more romantic than living on a nuclear fallout plain? All that dainty gray ash filtering through the sky and leaving a ethereal crown of fluff on your hair when you step outside? Charming. Oh, oh - here's a better idea. How about we all move to Arizona and build a gigantic urban center in the middle of the 130 degree desert and name it Phoe... oh wait - people really did that.
My fingers are all warmed up and I'm ready to start blogging again. How about some incensed replies from you extreme-climate people to keep my temperature up.
Nothing beats coming home to southern California in January. We were in Utah for the past nine days enjoying the benefits of a "white" Christmas - all of which were forgotten the second the plane touched down on the California coast this morning and a sea of flip-flop clad, cosmetically engineered, bimbos welcomed us back to Paradise.
Despite the delightful weather in L.A. today, I couldn't rid myself of the Northern cold that had permeated my joints. The first thing I did was to open up the sliding doors in our bedroom and take a long nap to the sound of my hummingbirds whirring outside at their feeders. Afterwards, I opened our front door and knelt reverently in a hot puddle of sunshine with my eyes closed, purring like a fat cat. To complete my re-warming process I took an extended soak in the tub to get the most stubborn of the chill out of my toes. Ten hours later I feel almost human again.
I don't know how you extreme climatists do it. After only nine days I was a mental wreck. My in-laws started looking like jerky and I had the strange urge to go out and club baby seals. I get it. Snow is pretty. You know what else is pretty? Lava. Let's all go live on beautiful lava flow. Or if it's really all about looks, can you imagine anything more romantic than living on a nuclear fallout plain? All that dainty gray ash filtering through the sky and leaving a ethereal crown of fluff on your hair when you step outside? Charming. Oh, oh - here's a better idea. How about we all move to Arizona and build a gigantic urban center in the middle of the 130 degree desert and name it Phoe... oh wait - people really did that.My fingers are all warmed up and I'm ready to start blogging again. How about some incensed replies from you extreme-climate people to keep my temperature up.
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It's posts like this one that keep brining me back to your site to read more =)
The older I get, the more the propensity to melt. Perhaps our thermal cores simply begin to malfunction??
I like having 4 seasons up here in the mountains, but I especially like the fact that it only gets 90 for a couple of weeks, and that I can count on cold days/nights and snow in the fall and winter.
Slainte~
Rachelle
Thank goodness for heaters?