it's New England

[redbird]

We (including Arlington, Somerville, Cambridge, and Belmont) had the season's first significant snowfall this afternoon.* It started to snow while I was in Arlington; by the time the 77 bus was in Cambridge, it was snowing steadily, large flakes. It was still snowing when the bus got to Harvard Square, so I decided I should stop at Lizzy's for ice cream.**

I got a "chocolate orgy" cone, and a quart of black raspberry ice cream to take home with me.

The snow didn't stick, but walking from the bus to my apartment I had a snowflake land in my mouth, and stood for a minute to watch the snow fall.

I complain about being cold, but that's at least as much about my wonky internal thermometer*** as about the outside temperature. I will get tired of snow by midwinter, but right now I'm saying "it's a nice day" about clouds, snow, and 34F, which cattitude finds absurd.

*I noticed a very few snowflakes in Belmont earlier this month.

**This is how my brain works; I realize this may be unusual.

***This has been going on for years and seems unrelated to menopause.

Comments

[cjsmith]

I admit I share some of the insanity. I _miss_ winter, and snow, and eating ice cream in the snow. (Yeah, I grew up in New England, of *course* I eat ice cream in the snow.)

Happy first snowfall!

[redbird]

I didn't grow up here, but I'm here on purpose and am going to stay here.

I started eating ice cream in the snow before I moved here, while Adrian and I were dating long-distance.

[cjsmith]

Yay! :) And winter ice cream is delightful.

[minoanmiss]

Would you believe I slept through it? I actually think that may be why I was so sleepy this afternoon.

I wonder if it will stick.

[kiya]

My "It's a nice day" swapover seems to pretty reliably peg to around freezing. It was Too Cold when we left for church Sunday (26 degrees) but warmed up to Nice by the time we went home, for example.

(Other anecdote: walking to the T back when I was getting my first tattoo some years ago and going "Wow, it's so warm, I don't even really need a jacket!" and then passing a bank and seeing that it was temperature-readout at exactly freezing. It was March, so that was novel, but still.)

My body temperature is not working, so I am cold even if the environment is not, alas. I continue to be mediocre at being a mammal.

[redbird]

My own temperature is wonky enough that when I say "are you cold?" or "is it cold in here, or is that just me?" I'm asking for information. With people who don't know that about me, I try to make it something like "Are you cold too, or should I put on a sweater?" because if everyone is cold, yes turn the heat up or close the window; if it's just me, it might be time to put on a sweater.