When it comes to weather, I’m a chronic complainer. You know how much I complain about the 110+ degree temps in the summer. The last couple of mornings, instead of running out to open the chicken coops wearing just what I slept in, I had to grab sweat pants, put on socks and shoes instead of flip flops and Wednesday morning, I even wore a jacket. As I went out with Rita during the day, wearing a short sleeved shirt and flip flops, I caught myself thinking “Darn . . I don’t like cold weather!” I know . . my friends in Wisconsin and Minnesota and such places are laughing at me. What I don’t like is having to put on a jacket, then take it off, then put it on, then take it off so most of the time, I just shiver through it and don’t ever put on the jacket.
This weekend, our lows both Saturday and Sunday nights are predicted to be 27º and feel like 25º.
I’ve already been able to wear my Kynance Cove sweater once and I wore it to the chiropractor this morning.
Saturday I’m going out again so I’ll get to wear a sweater again. Maybe I’ll wear Pixelated Pullover.
We just don’t get enough sweater wearing weather so I’ll enjoy it and I’ll stop complaining about being cold.
At least our heater is working . . I wasn’t sure that was going to happen, and we have firewood so we’re ready for winter.