I swear it was like summer time in the days leading up to Thanksgiving. I think I even turned the AC on in the car at one point.
Now, though, it's rainy and cold. Yesterday it was hard to know where the fog ended and rain clouds began. The weather has turned and I know this because my lips are horribly chapped. This happens to me everytime the weather changes from Indian summer to full on winter.
Today I was looking in the girls' closet at all the myriad puffy jackets, thick sweaters, rain boots, scarves, mittens, and knit hats, such practical reminders that we once lived in a city where temperatures dip below 40º. We have no need for them here anymore.
Sure the rain gear will come in handy every once in awhile, but parkas and gloves look out of place here in San Francisco. And, we don't ski, so.
When we lived in Portland, I would bundle the girls up warmly before we headed out on our daily walks. Coats went over sweaters, hats and scarves were a must. Mittens didn't always take. Sometimes, a wool "Ugly Betty-style" turtleneck poncho would go over everything for extra warmth. Bunny's preschool teacher actually teased me for my bundling overkill, but hey, it's a lot colder there than it is here. The Pacific Northwest has that bone-chilling damp cold.
I'm such a wimp. I'd never survive living in a snowy climate. I'd never leave the house. My kids would have to be unschooled. I'd order all my groceries from Amazon. We'd never eat a fresh vegetable for the duration of the winter.
Everyone here always jokes that the weather report here is always the same, day in, day out:
We'll have patchy morning fog clearing by noon. 70's inland, 60's at the coast.
But I like me a mild winter day. Heck, if it dips below 60º today maybe I'll even wear a scarf.