Dec 27
The bitter cold
There’s something satisfying about talking to your family in New York and Boston about the weather — that is, when it’s 65 degrees (or even 55) in late December, while they’re under a blanket of snow and ice.
Of course it’s a bit odd to be able to take The Boy for a ride in his new wagon on Christmas day without more than a light sweater. Someday I’ll be telling him about how we used to get snow….
December 27th, 2007 at 12:41 pm
This blog reminds me of your new neighborhood, Short Pump.
They’re both mundane, clichéd, and a little depressing.
December 27th, 2007 at 1:15 pm
[shrug] I’d rather be mundane than unnecessarily nasty.