“It’s 50 degrees!”
Since it’s supposed to be nice today, we’re going to the Chicago Botanic Garden
just to get out of the house, take some pictures, and enjoy the day. It’s early
for there to be much in bloom – still late winter here, though there might be
snowdrops or something.
“It’s 50 degrees!”
I have a co-worker that has some rather odd ideas about “seasonal attire.” I’m
actually a little concerned that the weather is warming up, because very soon
(much sooner than you would think physically possible), she will start wearing
shorts to work. If anyone says anything to her, such as “But… it’s March,”
her reply is always a cheerful “It’s 50 degrees!” We had a very mild winter
last year – one early December day she showed up in shorts and a few people
pounced on her with variations on the phrase “Are you nuts? It’s December!” and
the answer was always the same (lather, rinse, repeat). So if the weather is even
somewhat decent next week, she’ll be in shorts, chanting her mantra:
“It’s 50 degrees!”
