When Did We

Start calculating wind chill? Wow, I don’t remember hearing about it until the 1980s. It was no colder than before, but when they started touting it, it started to “mean something.” Soon, heat index became a thing too. It is interesting I’ve known some folks who don’t feel too cold or too hot until they hear the “index” of wind chill or heat. That makes me laugh. Nothing changed but their perception.

Some folks need to be told to be cautious in extreme weather. Whether they don’t care or don’t realize, I don’t know. I do know since COVID-19 the kids at my granddaughter’s middle school have to carry all of their books with them all day long. It does not allow them to go to their lockers between class or before and after school. What does this have to do with the weather? None of them wear coats because they don’t want to carry them around all day. I can’t say I blame them. I am concerned about their health and the risk in wearing a t-shirt outside during this time. I would think they could get this nonsense to stop. Most kids run from the car to the building, so “we’re not outside that much.” That isn’t the point.

Kids don’t live in the same world we did. First, they get rides to and from school. We took the bus. Waiting for a city bus in this extreme cold requires more than a t-shirt. Second, they don’t know the worry of driving an old car that reveals many more problems every time winter comes. Breakdowns are no fun in the frigid weather of Nebraska. I’ve been there. It’s nothing you want to be unprepared for. Keeping your gas tank full all winter to keep it from freezing what little water is in the mixture of gasoline is a challenge for a single Mom or Dad or Grandma raising a grandchild.

It doesn’t occur to someone unless you have done those very things. I have, and I’d guess most of my friends have. It’s one thing I’m grateful for, surviving those hard times and now being able to afford more security at this point in life. No wonder there was a caller to 911 last snow storm who called, crying, and said they “got stuck in the snow. ” It’s sad what we’re not teaching our kids before turning them loose with an automobile.

For all the winter sports there are, and for the beauty winter reveals, it can be deadly. Thoughts go to the folks who are homeless and choose not to stay at a shelter for whatever reason. Some don’t want to, some break the rules. There are many families out there and individuals who couldn’t help the circumstances that ended with them having nowhere to live. There but by the grace of God go I. Or You. Or our relatives. We need to do what we can, whatever that is. Donating food, clothing, money, whatever we can spare to a reputable agency such as Open Door Mission, Stephen Center, or Sienna Francis House in Omaha.

Lexie and Goldie know they need to go out once in a while. We open the door; they take a step forward and a quick step backward when the cold hits their faces. Their feet can freeze so quickly. Some folks would put boots on them, but I doubt the girls would leave them on. There would be a lot of chewing on them, I predict.

Since the staff has finally settled down, I’m going to write on my novel for a bit. I want to build that habit of even writing 1,000 words a day. One thing I do is get dressed every day like I’m going to work. Business casual or casual, but no pajamas and t-shirts. I wear makeup and jewelry each day. It makes me have a better mindset, attitude, and a more productive day. What’s your routine? What do you do to make each day special?

My Soul Longs to Create

Have a beautiful day, today folks. Stay warm. Check on your old folks. Check on the pets. Don’t go out unless you need to. I don’t need to. Writing, here we come! Thanks for reading and we’ll see each other tomorrow.

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