Cold weather? Hah!

I have a good range of thermal tights which I've been wearing under my jeans. And silk vests (undershirts to you Yanks), which are possibly the best present I've ever been given. Add some Swedish wool socks and I'm pretty cosy.

I did dig out the hot water bottle last night, but my home is very well insulated and heated - all our priority projects when we bought the wreck were to make it warm and functional. We're finally finishing the redecoration, though in some rooms at the moment that means the original 1910 paint is on display, having removed an inch thick layer of wallpapers and paint.

Underfloor heating is seriously wonderful. Hardly need any radiators on on the upper floors.
 
Fleece-lined jeans are some of the best investments I've made in the last few years. Can't stand a layer down there riding up, bunching up, or sagging down. Drives me nuts. Just have to make sure to keep track of what the temperature is going to be, because if it gets a little too high, ( anything much above freezing ) it's a bad few hours at work unless it's slow as blazes and I don't have to run back and forth too much.

The other is a full-size tire and wheel in the trunk. The freedom to change out a tire with that and drive normally for as long as you want compared to those donut tires they put in everything that even has them nowadays is just such a relief. Eats up trunk space, but I rarely use the trunk anyway. Preparing for the 4th of July, basically. I just take the spare out for trips to the fireworks store and the shoot site. Anything else typically goes in the back seat anyway.
 
I’ll just enjoy it vicariously from here. 65f (24c) no clouds and a light breeze. I’m wearing jeans, flip flops and a T-shirt. Of course my nails are done and the lace of my bra just evident through the light cotton of the T, but those are just details.
 
a full-size tire and wheel in the trunk. The freedom to change out a tire with that and drive normally for as long as you want compared to those donut tires they put in everything that even has them nowadays is just such a relief
My coworker's car has a wheel well that's only big enough for the undersized donut, she can't fit a whole full size tire on a rim in there.
 
I won't buy lined jeans because they're only useful a small part of the year and excessively priced for why they are.

Instead I just put regular jeans on over a pair of flannel pajamas, or I also have fleece pajamas with a flannel tartan pattern on them.

Cheap layers, no downside
 
I grew up in a place with very cold winters (-40° is the same in Celsius or Fahrenheit!) so cold doesn't bother me all that much!
My 'cure' for a miserable uncomfortable winter is to pull out Shackleton's account of arctic exploration, South: The Story of Shackleton's Last Expedition, 1914-1917

Suddenly whatever drafty place I'm sitting in, with a blanket over my lap, doesn't feel so bad after all.
I do the opposite with the first season of The Terror, an existential horror story about John Franklin's lost expedition looking for the northwest passage, I sometimes watch it during heat waves and it makes me feel better 🤣
 
You guys understand that you don't have to shovel hot, right? An old merchant marine explained that to me once...
I do have to be completely honest though. I get to rake leaves twice a year. Our Live Oak trees drop their leaves in the spring when the new growth buds, so, there is that... :)
 
My coworker's car has a wheel well that's only big enough for the undersized donut, she can't fit a whole full size tire on a rim in there.
I can't either. The donut is still in there, because there's always a chance you lose two tires at once, and it's tucked in there anyway. The spare is just in the trunk.
 
My 'cure' for a miserable uncomfortable winter is to pull out Shackleton's account of arctic exploration, South: The Story of Shackleton's Last Expedition, 1914-1917

Suddenly whatever drafty place I'm sitting in, with a blanket over my lap, doesn't feel so bad after all.
I was in Antarctica just one year ago and onboard our ship there was an lecturer on Shackleton and other explorers.

Ho. Lee. Shit!
 
Cold doesn't bother me, heat does. I'll take 10 degrees over 90 degrees.

Last week I forgot to bring lunch one day so went out to the food truck. I'm standing there in a short sleeve shirt in 27 degrees while everyone around me were in coats and bitching about the weather.

One person asked me how I wasn't cold, before I answered another one said. "Because the undead don't feel anything."

I figured that was a better answer than anything I'd come up with.
 
My 'cure' for a miserable uncomfortable winter is to pull out Shackleton's account of arctic exploration, South: The Story of Shackleton's Last Expedition, 1914-1917

Suddenly whatever drafty place I'm sitting in, with a blanket over my lap, doesn't feel so bad after all.
For me, its HPL's At the Mountains of Madness. He mentions Shackleton in that story, then takes it even further of course.
 
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