Aka me. Again.
Repeat Day #1's activities, with the following amendments:
-32, but windchill is only at -45 instead of -48.
Wear two toques instead of one, and also put inadequately-sized hood of jacket up & fasten in front of mouth, leaving only the eyes, eyebrows and the tops of the cheeks exposed. Mm, toasty warm.
Omit wearing fleece vest, experience overheating to a far lesser degree; experience no hand overheating.
Discover today is windier than yesterday and thank the Lord for suggesting the extra head wrappings.
Put mascara on after getting to work to avoid mascara dots, and appreciate it due to the higher frequency of eyelashes freezing together when blinking due to the higher degree of eye-watering that happens as a result of the higher amount of wind blowing in face. Dream of goggles.... and become surprisingly apt at directly breaths upwards in order to thaw eyelashes out so they actually separate.
Get home at 4:00 and plug car in in anticipation of a trip to the grocery store. Also to test whether or not the car will still start...
Experience some twinge of jealousy at James' comment, while deciding it would be awful to have no interior heating in the house.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
A day in the life of an Arctic explorer
Aka me.
Wake up (slowly & begrudgingly).
Check weather forecast. -32, windchill -48.
Decide to walk to work regardless.
Start thinking of where in the house all the layers are hidden that will be required.
Ready to head out the door, add 15 minutes in order to get all layers assembled and donned.
Step outside and head to work.
To all observers, appear as a rotund mismatch of an assortment of winter gear.
Silently count layers in head: Hiking boots. Longjohns. Jeans. Lined track pants. Tank top. Sweater. Fleece. Fleece vest. Fleece. Winter shell. New mitts. Scarf. Toque.
Trek noisily along on the windblown snow. Scrunch scrunch scrunch scrunch scrunch *slip* scrunch.
Discover the state of overheating only 10 minutes into the 30-minute walk.
Agonize over whether or not to delayer. Will the windchill hit as soon as said delayering occurs?
Remove mitts before hands explode from heat. Appreciate the fact that the new mitts actually work.
Arrive at the wind tunnel. Aka downtown.
Decide it’s a good thing said delayering never transpired.
Arrive at work with mascara dots all around the eyes.
Shuffle into work area amidst looks of incredulity and awe (it is possible this is an exaggeration. Except for the bit about ‘looks.’).
Spend the next hour climbing out of layers, changing into work pants, and discussing how cold it is outside with coworkers, as well as the stupidity of a surprisingly large number of people who wear typical winter gear (aka for -10 degree weather), sans toque.
Work.
Opt out of arguing when boss says, “Let’s aim to leave by 3:30 so I can give you all a ride home so you don’t have to go outside in the cold.”
Okay sure, not a problem.
Get home at 4:00, plug in car to prepare for the possibility of evening travels.
Try to figure out what food is on hand in order to avoid having to go outside and purchase victuals at grocery store.
Document activities for future Arctic explorers’ benefit.
Adendum - sheepishly discover old set of mitts in pocket of winter shell as boss is driving everyone home. Yes, these would be the mitts that have been missing since returning home from Christmas. Yes, these would be the 'missing' mitts that subsequently caused the purchasing of the new mitts (YESTERDAY) that caused the overheating this morning. *Ahem.* This adendum is hereby completed.
Wake up (slowly & begrudgingly).
Check weather forecast. -32, windchill -48.
Decide to walk to work regardless.
Start thinking of where in the house all the layers are hidden that will be required.
Ready to head out the door, add 15 minutes in order to get all layers assembled and donned.
Step outside and head to work.
To all observers, appear as a rotund mismatch of an assortment of winter gear.
Silently count layers in head: Hiking boots. Longjohns. Jeans. Lined track pants. Tank top. Sweater. Fleece. Fleece vest. Fleece. Winter shell. New mitts. Scarf. Toque.
Trek noisily along on the windblown snow. Scrunch scrunch scrunch scrunch scrunch *slip* scrunch.
Discover the state of overheating only 10 minutes into the 30-minute walk.
Agonize over whether or not to delayer. Will the windchill hit as soon as said delayering occurs?
Remove mitts before hands explode from heat. Appreciate the fact that the new mitts actually work.
Arrive at the wind tunnel. Aka downtown.
Decide it’s a good thing said delayering never transpired.
Arrive at work with mascara dots all around the eyes.
Shuffle into work area amidst looks of incredulity and awe (it is possible this is an exaggeration. Except for the bit about ‘looks.’).
Spend the next hour climbing out of layers, changing into work pants, and discussing how cold it is outside with coworkers, as well as the stupidity of a surprisingly large number of people who wear typical winter gear (aka for -10 degree weather), sans toque.
Work.
Opt out of arguing when boss says, “Let’s aim to leave by 3:30 so I can give you all a ride home so you don’t have to go outside in the cold.”
Okay sure, not a problem.
Get home at 4:00, plug in car to prepare for the possibility of evening travels.
Try to figure out what food is on hand in order to avoid having to go outside and purchase victuals at grocery store.
Document activities for future Arctic explorers’ benefit.
Adendum - sheepishly discover old set of mitts in pocket of winter shell as boss is driving everyone home. Yes, these would be the mitts that have been missing since returning home from Christmas. Yes, these would be the 'missing' mitts that subsequently caused the purchasing of the new mitts (YESTERDAY) that caused the overheating this morning. *Ahem.* This adendum is hereby completed.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Sadness and woe
Sorrow and tears.
*sniff*
Today is Wednesday.
Wednesday is the third day of the working week (at least at my work).
Therefore, today is the third day of the working week.
On Monday, I went to work. It's true. I did.
And found out that L got a new job and will be gone in two weeks. *sniff*
Today, I went to work. That's the truth. Yup.
And found out that J got a new job and will be gone in two weeks. *sniff*
I think I might melt into a puddle of woebegoneness.
If anyone else leaves, I just might crawl under my desk and hibernate.
*sniff*
*sniff*
Today is Wednesday.
Wednesday is the third day of the working week (at least at my work).
Therefore, today is the third day of the working week.
On Monday, I went to work. It's true. I did.
And found out that L got a new job and will be gone in two weeks. *sniff*
Today, I went to work. That's the truth. Yup.
And found out that J got a new job and will be gone in two weeks. *sniff*
I think I might melt into a puddle of woebegoneness.
If anyone else leaves, I just might crawl under my desk and hibernate.
*sniff*
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Kenya
Please pray for Kenya.
Kenyan newspapers:
The Standard
The Daily Nation
Other news:
Neighbours/coworkers in Nairobi
Another expat in Kenya
The New York Times
BBC News
As just a few...
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