It is a short season. About three, maybe four - tops, months of the year. The only time that the water is cold. A relative term, I know. But still...
Yesterday morning it was 56° outside. This morning when The Boy needed out - long before the sun was even considering peeking out from the darkness - it was 50°. Yes, of course I threw my bathrobe and slippers on before we headed out the back door - but I should have grabbed a coat. "Hurry up and pee. It is freezing out here!!!" Poor Little Guy. He has a very, very short coat. I'm sure he was freezing, too. [I wonder if both Kids think, "Why do we have to always go outside to do our business?" Can you even imagine how big of a litter box you would need for a Great Dane AND a Standard Poodle. Yeah.]
Actually, as much as I like the heat it is nice to have a couple of months of cold. Gives me an opportunity to wear sweaters and boots. [Boots that are totally impractical for real "weather" like snow and ice. Fashion boots not winter boots.] Yesterday I was able to put cold water in the washing machine and some Woollite and a load of darks that have been sitting in the laundry basket for far too long. The "gentle cycle wash in cold water" darks.
Our jaunts through the neighborhood have been just perfect for leggings and sweatshirts. And, this morning, with it as cold outside as it is, I'm thinking it is time to turn the heat on... Time to head downtown to one of the make-up stores for some self-tanner. With no opportunity to sit outside and get some color, I'll be pasty white in no time. Of course, no one will know since I'm bundled up in layers!