She's so cold, she's so cold
She was born in an arctic zone
She's so cold she's so cold, cold, cold
I dare not touch her my hand just froze - Rolling Stones
It's odd to hear some in Ohio complain about the start of yet another blustery, cold season.
Like we were hoping that Mother Nature would somehow forget one year to kick start the frost machine.
Such was the case in late November when the mercury reached 70 degrees one day, only to plummet to 30 degrees the next evening.
And there were snow flurries, too.
Snow collected onto the windshield of my parked auto and I looked on with amazement from my kitchen window, as if snow was some foreign substance that I had never experienced.
This event sent me scurrying to the hall closet to find a warm leather jacket and gloves, in case I would venture outside in this dusting of snow.
Sure, the calendar still read November at the time, but my mind was unable to process this wintery weather.
I rummaged through a plastic storage container of cold-weather clothes to fish out a sweater.
And I don't even want to think about next month's electric bill...