The sun has warmed considerably in the last few weeks. When it’s out, you can stand in the golden glow and feel warmth. March is like that.
However… more snow is on the way because it is March, after all. March is the snowiest month in Minnesota. And it’s usually that heavy shit they call “heart attack snow.”
There is nothing more important in this part of the country than discussing the weather… ad nauseum. It’s what we do. It’s expected. If you don’t talk about the weather, you’re WEIRD.
I’m tired of discussing weather. I want to wake up every day and know it’s going to be warm, and no snow or cold or ice is about to descend.
“Fen, take the heavier coat.”
“Supposed to snow.”
I make a face and reach for the light jacket.
“You’ll be cold if you take that one.”
Thinks Fuck off and die with no real heat while grabbing the jacket.
“You’ll be sorry.”
Don’t care. Defiantly takes lighter jacket.
Grinning, AJ grabs his winter coat.
Can’t wait to move to Florida.
See? Boring as hell. So tired of talking about the weather. I’d much rather talk about where we’re going that evening, who we’re seeing, maybe what band we’re listening to.
I don’t care what the temperature is, except when it affects me directly. If I’m shivering, then I want to know if it’s above or below freezing.
This is how March is. If you wear the heavy coat on the way out in the morning, there’s a chance it will be warm enough for the jacket when you go home. On the other hand, if you don the hoodie, it’s just as likely temperatures will drop twenty or more degrees and you’ll find yourself in a blizzard late in the afternoon.
Guess what? April isn’t much better. In Minnesota, it can snow in July. I am not making this shit up.