I live in Colorado, where we have two seasons: "Mildly Warm" and "*@#!ing Cold". These seasons last all year, as what should be summer is peppered with many cold days, and winter can be mercifully relieved by a warm day. Many people who live here enjoy the mild weather, but I wish it were warmer. This year, we've had far less of the Mildly Warm season. We are just now entering what the rest of the world would call "Fall," and have already gotten some snow. I am not happy.
But since I am clever, perhaps I can outsmart the weather. I'll embrace it; prepare for it; even appear to enjoy it. On one of the first cooler nights, I picked up soup and a hot pumpkin spice latte for dinner. The other day, I bought a new sweater. I have even started shopping for the kids' Halloween costumes. See? I'm ready. Mmmm, soup. See? Enjoying this. Are you getting this, Fall? I'm done with Summer. No need for any more warm days this year!
What's this, weather reporter? A mildly warm, sunny weekend? Nooooo!
(wink, wink) I may have just pulled this off.
I've lived here for 15 years, which in most careers is long enough to be considered a professional. But as I sit shivering under my electric blanket, in flannel pj's and fleece socks, in September, acclimatization continues to elude me. I accepted long ago that I just don't have what it takes to become a professional Coloradan.
