I’m worried about the frigid weather in Washington.
Daniel isn’t worried. He’s used to frigid weather– he goes to college in Wisconsin. My nephew Aaron isn’t worried, either. He also went to college in Wisconsin.
I went to college in cold weather, too. I survived Ithaca, New York and several years in New England. But since my mid-twenties, I’ve become a wuss.
V says when it comes to temperature, I have a very narrow comfort range. Kind of like a climate- controlled Goldilocks. I don’t like it too hot; I don’t like it too cold; and most of all, I need to be dressed JUST RIGHT for the actual temperature.
Even though my son and my nephew urged me to relax, I couldn’t just “chill out” this time. The inauguration sounds like too much “chill” and too much “out”.
So I took myself to REI today and put myself in their hands.
The manager set me up with the most knowledgable salesperson on arctic weather. “She’ll be really qualified to help you, ” he told me. “She’s climbed Mount Kilimanjaro.”
If I ever decide to climb it myself, I now own a good portion of the gear. Joan set me up from head (fleece headband with wool hat on top) to toe (liners, wool socks, and toe-warmers under my Uggs.)
I’m all set for the inauguration. Or the North Pole.
When I got home I checked the weather and they’re predicting high temperatures in the 20’s on Tuesday. Suddenly that sounds almost tropical.
So now I’m worried again. I could potentially be outside my comfort range of JUST RIGHT for the weather. Which means that everyone else will be hailing to the chief while I’ll be inside my polar bear outfit having hot flashes.