Weathering the Weather

There is something inherently wrong with living some place where you need to feel grateful when the temperature finally surpasses the freezing mark. After about two weeks of temperatures hovering between 10F and 17F, we’re finally to the point where my dog’s pee doesn’t instantly freeze into a yellow puddle next to the tree in front of our apartment.

Jennifer makes fun of me because she says every summer I claim that I don’t mind the snow and cold. When it finally arrives, I complain endlessly. I say she’s full of crap, but she is right that I seem to get to a point where I just can’t handle the cold anymore. I’m not quite there yet, but I’m approaching it quickly. When I was in college this saturation point used to manifest itself by me no longer going to classes until it warmed up. (I was that sort of student.) I don’t know what will happen here in Kyiv now that I’m a responsible grown-up. Probably about the same thing.

Luckily for us, we have a vacation planned and soon we’ll be soaking up the sun on a beach in Thailand. We can’t wait! Also lucky for us is that our bidlist of options for our next post is supposed to come out this week. We can read it and think about how warm we’ll be at our next post. At least, we hope we’ll be warm in our next post. Time will tell.