It looks like I’ve survived my first winter of dog walking. I checked the temperature every morning around 7:30 before walking him the last few months to know how many layers and accessories I needed. Still totally foreign. I’ve saved a few other cities in my iPhone Weather Channel app, and some days I look at the weather there too, just to see how cold or hot my son, brother, mother, mother-in-law are, and to see how cold I wouldn’t be if I were still in San Diego (#masochism). San Francisco’s in there too, just because Vincent once said he might be able to stand living there.
At least hat head season is over…
It looks like I've survived my first winter of dog walking. I checked the temperature every morning around 7:30 before walking him the last few months to know how many layers and accessories I needed. Still totally foreign. I've saved a few other cities in my iPhone Weather Channel app, and some days I look at the weather there too, just to see how cold or hot my son, brother, mother, mother-in-law are, and to see how cold I wouldn't be if I were still in San Diego (#masochism). San Francisco's in there too, just because Vincent once said he might be able to stand living there.
At least hat head season is over...
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Hah! Posting about the weather! I thought it was just us Brits who did that as though it mattered. Don’t get me wrong – of course it matters :-) Still can’t believe we had two batches of serious snow here in Paris this year after thinking we’d never see the white stuff again. It’s lovely at the moment though. Ahh, the weather.
It only matters if you’re from San Diego and haven’t been back to see your family and the palm trees and to smell the corn tortillas cooking in the morning instead of baguettes and see bright colors and flowers everywhere and hear the soundtrack of Latin rhythms piped into stores and escaping from car radios or to smell the Pacific and walk barefooted on the sand and in the edge of salty waves in over a year. I guess it wasn’t really about the weather.