Memories! Brief, fortunately! When I was in college over 40 years ago I met a girl whose father had a dairy farm in "The Southern Tier." I fell in love with the dairy farm and she loved me for a couple years! I remember the first year. The cold and snow were fascinating. It reaffirmed my "toughness." I did survive. The second year, I realized I need to learn to enjoy and embrace winter sports, all involving snow. Lot's and lot's of snow. Cross country skiing (I was young and broke) and snowmobiling. Oh! There was an essential indoor sport where I got Olympic medals - beer drinking. The third year I never saw the sun for nearly eight weeks and the red stuff in the thermometer never got above the zero mark. It was about then the farm, the girl, and I started falling out of love. I started formulating a plan, to extricate myself from ground "zero." I knew I had to execute it the following spring when I looked at the window in late March. The skies were brilliant blue. The sun posed as a warming, glowing ember. The temperature was minus eight.
I'm back in Virginia now. I miss the upstate NY summers, both days! Otherwise, home it where the temperature hovers in the mid 70's today!
Thanks for making me feel better about where I am!