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Okay, it's 19 degrees. This is the sunny South, people!! That's -7 Celcius. Tonight it's supposed to get down to 10F/-12C. Little Sweetie has finally agreed that it is cold enough to wear a coat. Son 1 is still leaving his in the car when we drop him off. He claims that he has no room in his locker for his coat, and that he doesn't go outside anyhow, so why drag it around? See, this is the reason why Americans don't wear six layers of clothes, something which HORRIFIES Germans. It is a) too cold to play outside at -12C, and b) all you're doing is running from your heated car to a hot building, and where are you going to stash all those extra clothes, hm? Yes, you are outside longer in Germany, but the coldest I ever remember it down where we lived was -6C. It was freezing, and nobody went outside any more than they had to.
Up to do today: make a sheep costume (Little Sweetie is in the nativity play. All of them minus PMB are, but apart from ropes to tie it all together and a cloth for Mary's head, I think I've got that covered. Thank goodness for thrift store sheets and tablecloths is all I can say.) If I get a chance I need to run through the interlude I'm supposed to be inventing for this music I'm accompanying this weekend. And I should brave the boys' room to find yet another lost library book. Scary.
At the moment, though, I've got to go replace a thingamajig on in the inside of the front doorknob because it's sticking or broken or something, and the last thing I want to do is get shut out of my own house at this temperature. I haz mad skillz, see. But--brrr. That means opening the door. If you see my hands frozen to the door jamb a la the kid stuck to the flagpole in A Christmas Story, thaw me out, okay?
ETA: The mad skillz have to do with handling the help, not the hardware.
Up to do today: make a sheep costume (Little Sweetie is in the nativity play. All of them minus PMB are, but apart from ropes to tie it all together and a cloth for Mary's head, I think I've got that covered. Thank goodness for thrift store sheets and tablecloths is all I can say.) If I get a chance I need to run through the interlude I'm supposed to be inventing for this music I'm accompanying this weekend. And I should brave the boys' room to find yet another lost library book. Scary.
At the moment, though, I've got to go replace a thingamajig on in the inside of the front doorknob because it's sticking or broken or something, and the last thing I want to do is get shut out of my own house at this temperature. I haz mad skillz, see. But--brrr. That means opening the door. If you see my hands frozen to the door jamb a la the kid stuck to the flagpole in A Christmas Story, thaw me out, okay?
ETA: The mad skillz have to do with handling the help, not the hardware.
