relatively speaking

We’re having another cold spell here in Maberga. Ok, not -30 F kind of cold, more like +35 F kind of cold. But when it gets as cold as it gets where ever you are, it’s really cold. (That was my layman’s version of the Theory of Relativity).

Yesterday in order to brace myself against the bitter cold (a relative term that my relatives would clearly dispute) that I knew was waiting for me outside, I put on David’s down parka, fur lined boots (mine, not David’s), gloves, a scarf and pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head. As I was walking up the road with the dogs, feeling the cold and noticing my outfit, I remembered being in the Bahamas during a hurricane.

In the days leading up to the actual eye, the winds started blowing, and the sun wasn’t it’s normal 110 F self, it was maybe in the upper 90’s. As David and I walked back from the beach in our swimming suits we passed all of the Haitian population of the island sporting turtlenecks, boot and parkas. Cold is relative.

Since yesterday was Sunday and so damn cold, I decided it was a good day to finish up all the knitting that was lying around the house in baskets – knitting that seems liked such fun when I first started, items that I really needed to have, projects that I cast on and cruised on until…well, I stopped. So yesterday, dressed like a Haitian immigrant in the Bahamas before a hurricane, I finished this stuff.

Now I’m ready for spring.

PS I just wikipedia-ed the theory of relativity…I might have missed the basic principle in my layman’s version.