It’s “FREEZING!”

I am starting to really understand just how spoiled Southern Californians are. During the summer months, I was able to grasp a general idea in watching the reactions of pedestrians during the rare occurrence that it rained. A small amount of rain (Midwesterners- read “drizzle”) may as well be considered the freaking Apocalypse.  People driving in the rain can be compared to nothing less than Midwesterner’s driving during the first big snow of the winter. Read: disastrous. But never fear. If you happen to be one of the unprepared, just scuttle down the block and there is bound to be a homeless man selling umbrellas at 20$ a pop, in this emergency situation. Whiners. I have always loved the rain. I think its cozy. Nowadays, I love the rain even more because it gives me one more reason to laugh at the ridiculous, winter coat clad, galoshes wearing, cranky Californians.  I assure you that during our last rain fall (the second one since June of 2007, mind you. Oh the horror!) I received ridiculously high volumes of stares from umbrella carrying pedestrians. I was wearing a short sleeved sweater, and was without an umbrella. I must have looked like a crazy person in the eyes of passersby.  (Just to clarify- I was not wearing a coat, because it was 70 degrees. I was not carrying an umbrella, because a little bit of drizzle is not worth the hassle of opening, closing, and toting an umbrella. I was clearly the minority).Believe it or not, LA did survive this massive downpour.  However, only to suddenly be dropped into the “dead of winter”. We are going to, somehow, have to suffer though dramatic 50 degree weather. How we will survive, I do not know. We may not make it, only time will tell.   I mean, seriously, people. I understand that Californians have thinner blood and all that jazz. But 50 degrees is not “freezing”. 50 degrees is, well, honestly (and this may be a shocker to some) 50 degrees. I’m not sure most people here can comprehend what zero degrees even means, let alone -30 degrees. I personally feel very fortunate to be able to walk out my door, in the middle of winter, wearing nothing but a warm sweater. Hell, if it’s a good day, I may even wear pants. 

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