聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 Whatever happened to global warming?
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 Perhaps its time to change the lyrics of the song 鈥淔eelings,鈥� to 鈥淔reezing, everything is frozen,鈥� or something like that.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 What happened to make Father Winter this mad? The temperature this morning was near minus 40C (for those of you that are still metrically challenged, that鈥檚 about the same in Fahrenheit), and that was before adding the wind-chill factor, making it minus 45C.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 As we say in Norwegian, 鈥渉utte meg tu. Det var kaldt gitt.鈥� (Oh my, Oh my. That was cold).
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 Mother Nature and Father Winter must have had a spat. He lost the fight and got very angry. He should have known better than to go to war against a female. Case in point 鈥� Argentina vs. Margaret Thatcher over Falkland Islands. 聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 However, Father Winter shouldn鈥檛 take it out on us poor earthlings. I mean he should rather direct the freezing to that famous nether place filled with lawyers, bankers and politicians, and make sure it freezes over. That way the Toronto Maple Leafs will have a chance of winning the Stanley Cup.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 The good thing about this weather is that we don鈥檛 need the air conditioner blasting away in the house, but we have to roll up the windows in the truck. When outside, my hearing problem becomes mute, because whatever Marion says to me gets frozen in the air. I just have to grab the sentences and read them.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 A sneeze just drops frozen to the ground, as does a fart. The negative side of this is that my breath freezes in my mustache. I don鈥檛 dare wiping it in fear of it breaking off, and Marion refuses to kiss me.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 I suppose with these kind of cold temperatures, a lot of people grab some free time or holidays and travel to warmer climates, while the rest of us try to cope with the cold weather and work hard at not getting cabin fever.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 Cabin fever, as you may know, is descriptive of a feeling of paranoia for 小蓝视频 stuck inside, combined with an urge to severely injure the weatherman. The weatherman you say? Yep, Trump would refer to it as fake news and switch to a weather forecaster instead.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 This cold weather reminds me of an almost true story.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 Hans was a gifted student, who had enrolled on a scholarship in a fancy private school. It was a bitterly cold day, and Hans was all bundled up with a heavy parka, warm snow boots, a wool toque, scarf and warm mittens, trudging his way through the snow heading home from school.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 A car pulled up along side of Hans. The driver lowered the window looked at Hans and said, 鈥淐ome on boy, get out of the cold and into my car.鈥�
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 鈥淣o thank you,鈥� replied Hans.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 鈥淚鈥檒l give you 50 dollars if you get into my car,鈥� said the driver while holding up the money.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 鈥淣o way,鈥� said Hans.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 鈥淥K, 100 dollars. Now come on into my car,鈥� said the driver.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 鈥淚鈥檝e told you many times dad, that you cannot bribe me to get me into your lousy little VW,鈥� said Hans.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 I recall from early childhood when my twin brother Kjell and I wanted to go out and
play in the snow with the other kids, especially with Grete, our next-door neighbour and our girlfriend. Our mother would dress us in layers, starting with the itchy wool underwear, and I mean itchy.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 We were sternly warned not to scratch ourselves in a certain area in public, so we did a scratch transfer to the outside of the leg, or just ran around the corner to take care of the itch. 聽聽聽聽聽聽 Multiple sweaters were topped off with one-piece jump suits. We were so hard packed that we could hardly move, and our arms were straight out to the sides.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 Mom always asked us before starting to dress us if we had to go to the bathroom first. We never did. However, because it took so long to get us dressed, we started jumping from one foot to the other, declaring in panic that we had to go to the bathroom right now.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 Off with all the layers, and then after we had relieved ourselves, she dressed us again, sent us out and flopped exhausted into her comfy chair.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 It was a bitterly cold day, and Lena was driving through Saskatoon on her way from
Biggar to Humboldt.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 She was on Circle Drive behind a dump truck. She noticed that some of the cargo the truck was hauling kept leaking out while the truck was moving. As a concerned driver, she thought it was her duty to let the trucker know.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 When the truck stopped at the next intersection, Lena got out of her car and ran up to the truck driver, just before the truck started moving again. She waved her arms at him, made him roll down the window and said,
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 鈥淗i, my name is Lena, and you seem to be losing some of your cargo.鈥�
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 The trucker smiled and waved at her, and kept on driving. Lena ran back to her car and kept following the trucker. She repeated her performance at the next intersection, and again at the intersection after that. The trucker finally pulled into a parking lot, got out of the truck and waited for Lena.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 鈥淚鈥檓 glad you stopped, you鈥檝e been losing a lot of you load,鈥� said Lena.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 鈥淢y name is Bob, and because it is winter and we have icy road conditions, I鈥檓 sanding the roads,鈥� said the trucker.
