As regular readers of my blog know, I hate the cold. During the thirteen years I spent more time in Vietnam than I did in the U.S., I became acclimatized to the tropics. I was comfortable in 90-plus temperatures and decidedly uncomfortable with temperatures lower than that. That means winters are a real trial for me, and I can’t wait for March when winter officially ends. I yearn for Monday, March 20, the first day of Spring!
The problem is that the promise of warmer weather inherent in the month of March is mostly wishful thinking. Typical is the forecast for the next few days with temperatures dipping below freezing. Miserable. It won’t get really warm until June or maybe even July. And then in September, it’ll start getting cold again. Groan.
Meanwhile, I am more thankful than most people for heavy gloves, thick tee shirts, bulky sweaters, and generous overcoats. Fortunately, I have three gas stove heaters, one on each level of my split-level house, and I hover in front of them regularly. My gas and electric bills spike during the winter. Thank God I am rich enough to afford them.
Available evidence suggests that neither I nor the climate are going to change much in coming years. I guess we’d better get used to each other.
Tom Glenn, Writer 