SOCKING IT TO WINTER
By, Mary Reed
It has been said that every mile is two in winter.
And that's assuming you can even get your buggy rolling, what with frozen snow to be cleared from driveways before you can even reach the road, arctic temperatures, obscene wind chills, icy conditions, and squalls seemingly every five minutes. Not to mention the curse of any winter: dead batteries. For, as Shakespeare so accurately observed, when the storm is up, all is on the hazard.
Indeed, as the Swan of Avon also noted, a little snow, when tumbled about, soon becomes a mountain, an observation confirmed a winter or so ago when a neighbour's oil delivery had to be delayed because the tanker could not get to his house.
Longfellow wrote he found snow beautiful as it silently fell on the roofs of the living and the graves of the dead. He may not have been so quick to admire its artistic effect had he lived in any of numerous states currently suffering nose-bleeding cold weather carried on the polar vortex express straight from the innermost circle of Dante's hell.
No doubt a few months hence certain of us will be complaining about the terrible heat, but for now I am pleased to modestly announce I have just invented a new way to measure the current cold: The Sock Index. Or in other words how many pairs of socks a person wears at the same time.
So far our highest index mark has been the three-sock level.
How about you?
Mary, thank you for sharing with us today. Our highest index has been the two-sock level. I can't wait until the soon coming days of wearing sandals again!
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