Today you get two posts in one day. There is a reason for this: I am the MASTER of procrastination. Add your name to my list if you, too, want to learn how, I’ll send you a book. 🙄
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Once, when I was in my 20s, a girl from my Toronto office and another one from the Montreal office went down to San Antonio for a business trip/training session.
It was January, I believe. We dressed warm to leave the house and trekked to the airport with bulky luggage where we endured de-icing delays before finally flying off to sunny Texas.
After we checked in to our hotel, we went to walk around the grounds. The sun was out, it was warm, and we didn’t have to spend twenty minutes getting dressed in layers.
There was an outdoor pool that looked quite inviting. So we went back in, changed into bathing suits, and sat on the deck chairs enjoying the late afternoon warmth.
Two other girls from our company came by and introduced themselves. They were from an office in Florida.
Both were dressed in long pants, long shirts, and light jackets.
“It’s chilly today,” they said. “Aren’t you ladies cold in your swim wear?”
Texans and Floridians didn’t understand how a trio from Canada can sit pool side in the 22° C degree weather (71 °F).
This little historical anecdote popped into my head as I sit here sheltering myself from the onslaught of the so-called Polar Vortex. Everyone and their grandmother is All Up In Arms about the Polar Vortex.