My ex-wife is Australian and she'd never seen snow before she came to Denver, where I met her. After one season of scraping ice off windshields she decided I was right after all, and snow is best observed through a television.
And reserved for the slopes. If I could get pretty mild weather year round then make a trip into the mountains to experience the snow, that would be perfect.
At least Denver doesn't usually have too much snow, mostly it snows one day and is gone the next. This year seems to be an exception where it's been snowy and rainy alot.
That's why I keep coming back here. Two winters in Iowa convinced me that if I can't find somewhere warm to live I'll take the best possible compromise. It seems that life only offers me one of two options: be warm or find employment.
Humans have that weird skill at adapting to any weather just to the point where it annoys us. A Parisian is as annoyed at 40°F than a Montrealer at -5°F.
And the big secret is that the suffering is only in your head. The physical sensation, you can't change. But you are deciding it is bothering you. And you can change that.
Fuck that noise. I'm going to win the jackpot, buy a small tropical island and never be cold again. That's my idea of heaven: warm and lazy with lots of fishing and swimming.
if you buy your tropical island and never get cold again, you'll find something else to be bothered by. The sun is too bright. The sand is too sandy. The coconuts are too hard to open.
My ex-wife is Australian and she'd never seen snow before she came to Denver, where I met her. After one season of scraping ice off windshields she decided I was right after all, and snow is best observed through a television.
And reserved for the slopes. If I could get pretty mild weather year round then make a trip into the mountains to experience the snow, that would be perfect.
At least Denver doesn't usually have too much snow, mostly it snows one day and is gone the next. This year seems to be an exception where it's been snowy and rainy alot.
That's why I keep coming back here. Two winters in Iowa convinced me that if I can't find somewhere warm to live I'll take the best possible compromise. It seems that life only offers me one of two options: be warm or find employment.
Humans have that weird skill at adapting to any weather just to the point where it annoys us. A Parisian is as annoyed at 40°F than a Montrealer at -5°F.
And the big secret is that the suffering is only in your head. The physical sensation, you can't change. But you are deciding it is bothering you. And you can change that.
Fuck that noise. I'm going to win the jackpot, buy a small tropical island and never be cold again. That's my idea of heaven: warm and lazy with lots of fishing and swimming.
I want to do this, too. Let's go.
if you buy your tropical island and never get cold again, you'll find something else to be bothered by. The sun is too bright. The sand is too sandy. The coconuts are too hard to open.
I'm willing to risk it.