Friday, January 9, 2015

Cold spell continues

On a day this cold it's nice to have a nice indoor activity like blogging to fall back on. The windchill stayed below -15º all day, but the raw temperature got up to 0º at about noon. I was outside three times and well bundled each time. First time was to finish the shoveling and to clean up the ridge left by the snow plow behind the garage. And the wind blown snow ridges along the sidewalk. It was brisk. But it was sunny and the sky was blue for the first time in a long time, so I took a few photos. They are a bit bleak, but for those who are pining for weather related misery stories, they may fill the bill.

The second time was around noon when the light was more direct and I thought I could get some better photos. I walked a block to the neighborhood school, one incidentally that was in session. The playground at Linwood School - or whatever the school district is calling this building this year - was empty. I suspect that with a windchill as low as today's value, not many of the school children wanted to come out and play.  The swings stand unused for the day.

The third and last time was at about four when NCW and I went out for some "exercise." It took longer than the walk to get fully girded against the chill, and we only went around one city block. Did I say that it was brisk?

The conversation went like this:
Me, "Cold."
NCW, "Yup."
Me, again, "Yup!"
[Repeat several times.]

Tennis last night was canceled by the hardcore girls.  The roads were clogged with car crashes and cars that had slid off the road.  Normal travel was not possible on most Twin Cities freeways.  I stayed home with NCW and had BLT's for dinner.


Santini said...

Yup. January at its finest. Not for the faint of heart.

It photographs nicely, though. I like the light angles and shadows on the first one best. The second one just makes me think of tongues stuck on cold metal pipes.

Jimi said...

The thought of tongues on cold metal pipes is cringe-worthy. I think I did that once on the stairs down to Longyear Park when I was in second or third grade.

Retired Professor said...

Weather related misery stories is pretty much what we do here.

My story was the monkey bars at the grade school.