A two hour late start was called for Kylie's school on Wednesday, with the rest of the area schools closed. It's so cold, they closed school for fear the kids would freeze to death (or at least lose a finger or two) while waiting for the bus. Kylie's school doesn't do busses, just parent drop off, so it wasn't a concern.
After I dropped her off, I went Canal Park to take some wonderful pictures. It's so cold, I took my hands out of my mittens for each picture, and was out of my car for less than five minutes, and by that time my fingers were painfully numb. Pre-frostbite.
Here are the results (well worth it, I might add):
Part of what makes this little movie great is the sound. Frozen, yet moving. Wind howling. Ice cracking and creaking. Love it.
It's so cold, the day Kylie and I went out for Christmas/Birthday, this is the inside of Subway:
It's so cold, this is how my mother dresses to go out to shovel. Bib overalls, mad bomber, and all.
This next one isn't a comment on how cold it is, but rather a note to those who aren't from the land of snow and ice, that yes, we shovel the roof.
Here is the snow pile in the yard. You can see my mom's red hat if you look close.
For those of you appalled at me taking pictures of my mother (a grandmother) shoveling while I stay inside, nice and cozy, let me first mention I did make a half-hearted attempt to let her stay inside while I shoveled, but she would have none of it. She was feeling cooped up. I will also mention, this woman chose to retire from an engineering office job to live in an RV and do construction. Actual. Construction. This is her on a warm day. For fun.
I'm just sayin'. If she didn't want to shovel, she wouldn't be shoveling. But I digress.
It is so cold, my mom is repainting an inside wall, and there was a discussion about if it was to cold for paint to dry. Granted, this is more a comment on JonJo's decisions about indoor comfort than outdoor temps, but still. Cold.
That's how cold it is, folks. Effing. Cold.
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