Coldy Woldy

I have never been one to enjoy cold weather. And yet, I have lived my whole life in places that have frigid temperatures in the winter time. Utah: the best snow on earth. That is, if you like to ski. I used to love to ski. My dad took us up almost every weekend when I was in fifth or sixth grade. I was a little hot dogger. Then I didn't go again until I was a junior in high school. This boy asked me on a date and we went to Alta (he was a big time skier). While he was going down black diamonds, the wind was blowing me over while I was standing in line to get up the bunny hill. No longer a hot dogger. I never did like hot dogs... I decided I would no longer embarass myself by going skiing. Then I went to Poland. Freezing cold Poland. It was negative a million degrees for six whole months. I would sometimes wear five layers of clothing. And I was still freezing. I think that is where my hatred blowy cold weather was solidified. Sometimes I will walk outside and freeze - not from the cold weather - but from fear that I will have to go tracting. Don't get me wrong, I loved tracting. My trainer somehow tricked me into liking it, which was a good thing because we spent a lot of time doing it. But tracting meant that we had to spend a lot of time outside. And this was a real problem. You see, I was told that I should buy boots in Poland because they would make them especially for their climate. Well, that was really good advice...for people who don't have sasquatch feet! My feet were too big, so my ankles were exposed for the duration of the winters. Also, three months before I went home, the zipper on my heavy coat broke. So, rather than buying a new one, I used my spring coat. Bad idea. So I guess it really is my own fault I don't like cold weather. But I guess we are in for the long haul. I suppose I should buy some boots this year since Americans make allowances for sasquatch people among them. I just hope I don't have too many more terrifying moments where I think I have to go knock doors...