A month or so ago, I sat at the dining table wearing a big jacket, shoes, and a blanket covering my legs. Why? Because ten minutes before I'd gone outside to take out the trash for a grand total of one minute and warming back up took awhile. Thankfully, we got firewood from the grandparents' ten acres, kept warm, toasted marshmallows on knives, drank hot cocoa, and I learned how to make chicken soup. I love my life.
Initially, I was shocked when the weather turned cold - and by cold I mean daily highs in the 50s and 60s and lows in the 30s and 20s. I'm sure Oklahomans will laugh that I call this cold since this is only autumn and it'll get colder still; besides, these cold days have been interspersed with some mild and even warm days. The thing is, this is what winter is like in Southern California (at least in the Inland Empire) except that it's been a little bit colder here in OK. Don't get me wrong. I love the cold. It's just that, to my wimpy California self, the sudden change initially felt like a violent shove into winter. It's taken some getting used to, but, now that I've acclimated, I'm looking forward to the possibility of throwing snowballs at my husband.