This made me howl with laughter. First of all I completely agree, cold I can deal with, not hot. Thank goodness I have live in San Diego for decades, which is pretty much the perfect in between. Of course that hasn't kept me from using a down comforter most of the year! But, I have that thin (getting thinner with age) straight (spent years perming it to give it some slight body--but age and Covid ended that stage in my life), and flyaway hair. If I put a bobby in or something else, like a scrunchy to get it out of my eyes, they slide right off. And any kind of wool cap, take it off, same thing you experience, electricity. However, I discovered felt fedora, pulled way down to my eyebrows, works for rain or chill....can't say cold, because that would be ridiculous to say living in SD, where it seldom even gets down to the low 50s at night. Thanks for the laugh out loud!
Meaning this winter before all the stories about lake effect snow drifting up to and beyond the house overhang eaves, arctic vortexes so cold hersey's pee freezes before it hits the porch boards, instead of getting dressed every morning plan out some kind of prefab assembly construct based on weather from today out about a week. I.E. assemble a clothes regime by the week, not dress every day. Pretend there's a pandemic out there as there may be a pandemic out there, but be like .gov don't tell anybody.
Heck it might pay erecting overhangs and canopies over nearby walks extended from any garage or sidewalk from the porch that may exist. Here's one: put a big canopy where Hersey can get his business done in the cold winter, in the Spring throw some dirt over the do-do and bingo you have started next years raised garden, your canopy can have an easily removable translucent roof that can double as a hot house in the Spring and also in the winter as a fresh air doggie spa.
Hire a landscaper to install a stone or cinder block base about a foot or more high and maybe have them sink in some posts (4-6) as a short walkway with grape or flower trellis over that and terminating close to a porch. Of course, get good working estimates. The landscapers will cost 2-5 times the popup greenhouse.
This assumes you are not going to emigrate to some hell hole sunbelt nightmare since if you wait a few years Ohio might be in the sunbelt. :-)
I got into an argument over hot vs cold weather with a stranger on the subway (it’s too crowded to pretend not to hear, it was hot as hell, and some poor woman was trapped under my armpit). So as we’re all cramped and sweating and feeling self conscious about the people trapped under our armpits, this guy says he likes the heat.
I told him the heat could go back to hell.
I explained that when it’s cold , you can just put on more clothes, whereas when it’s hot, you eventually have to tear off your own skin.
He acknowledged my point, but said as he got older, the heat bothered him less and he usually felt cold.
I told him he was a lucky bastard and I felt the woman trapped under my armpit nod in agreement.
This happened on the 7 train, which John Rocker, former closer for the Atlanta Braves in the late 1990s, had to ride because he missed the team bus from his hotel. The hometown advantage here is the bars and strip clubs that never close. Anyway, he said to the NY media that he hated the 7 train. It was too crowded and stank and there were too many immigrants and people in general (one time on the 7 train, a guy brought a live goat with him). While all of us who had ridden the 7 train conceded he was basically right, except about the racism, we decided to crucify him anyway. I even went to a Mets' game (I'm a Yankee fan because I need at least one thing that wins in my life) just to boo him, and this was a playoff game, so it was pricey.
The Braves beat the Mets, but the 99 Yankees (this happened in 1999) destroyed them in the World Series, and more importantly, John Rocker was never the same. Even Mets' fans, who usually don't admit it, were happy to see the Yankees crush not only the Braves, but destroy yet another player's life. John Rocker was a shell of himself the next year and retired after a couple more lackluster seasons.
Static Girl. Sounds like one of the second-rate wannabes in my fictional superhero universe. I'll remember that.
This made me howl with laughter. First of all I completely agree, cold I can deal with, not hot. Thank goodness I have live in San Diego for decades, which is pretty much the perfect in between. Of course that hasn't kept me from using a down comforter most of the year! But, I have that thin (getting thinner with age) straight (spent years perming it to give it some slight body--but age and Covid ended that stage in my life), and flyaway hair. If I put a bobby in or something else, like a scrunchy to get it out of my eyes, they slide right off. And any kind of wool cap, take it off, same thing you experience, electricity. However, I discovered felt fedora, pulled way down to my eyebrows, works for rain or chill....can't say cold, because that would be ridiculous to say living in SD, where it seldom even gets down to the low 50s at night. Thanks for the laugh out loud!
I have bought approximately 1000 scrunchies, and none of them work. But they look cute on my wrist.
Meaning this winter before all the stories about lake effect snow drifting up to and beyond the house overhang eaves, arctic vortexes so cold hersey's pee freezes before it hits the porch boards, instead of getting dressed every morning plan out some kind of prefab assembly construct based on weather from today out about a week. I.E. assemble a clothes regime by the week, not dress every day. Pretend there's a pandemic out there as there may be a pandemic out there, but be like .gov don't tell anybody.
Heck it might pay erecting overhangs and canopies over nearby walks extended from any garage or sidewalk from the porch that may exist. Here's one: put a big canopy where Hersey can get his business done in the cold winter, in the Spring throw some dirt over the do-do and bingo you have started next years raised garden, your canopy can have an easily removable translucent roof that can double as a hot house in the Spring and also in the winter as a fresh air doggie spa.
One example: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B014JPGG1S?tag=hubpages-20&linkCode=ogi&th=1&psc=1
Hire a landscaper to install a stone or cinder block base about a foot or more high and maybe have them sink in some posts (4-6) as a short walkway with grape or flower trellis over that and terminating close to a porch. Of course, get good working estimates. The landscapers will cost 2-5 times the popup greenhouse.
This assumes you are not going to emigrate to some hell hole sunbelt nightmare since if you wait a few years Ohio might be in the sunbelt. :-)
I got into an argument over hot vs cold weather with a stranger on the subway (it’s too crowded to pretend not to hear, it was hot as hell, and some poor woman was trapped under my armpit). So as we’re all cramped and sweating and feeling self conscious about the people trapped under our armpits, this guy says he likes the heat.
I told him the heat could go back to hell.
I explained that when it’s cold , you can just put on more clothes, whereas when it’s hot, you eventually have to tear off your own skin.
He acknowledged my point, but said as he got older, the heat bothered him less and he usually felt cold.
I told him he was a lucky bastard and I felt the woman trapped under my armpit nod in agreement.
LOL dying over her nodding under your armpit. Omg a hot subway car
This happened on the 7 train, which John Rocker, former closer for the Atlanta Braves in the late 1990s, had to ride because he missed the team bus from his hotel. The hometown advantage here is the bars and strip clubs that never close. Anyway, he said to the NY media that he hated the 7 train. It was too crowded and stank and there were too many immigrants and people in general (one time on the 7 train, a guy brought a live goat with him). While all of us who had ridden the 7 train conceded he was basically right, except about the racism, we decided to crucify him anyway. I even went to a Mets' game (I'm a Yankee fan because I need at least one thing that wins in my life) just to boo him, and this was a playoff game, so it was pricey.
The Braves beat the Mets, but the 99 Yankees (this happened in 1999) destroyed them in the World Series, and more importantly, John Rocker was never the same. Even Mets' fans, who usually don't admit it, were happy to see the Yankees crush not only the Braves, but destroy yet another player's life. John Rocker was a shell of himself the next year and retired after a couple more lackluster seasons.
Omg this would make a great article.
And all I have to do is copy and paste!