"Looks like rain. Boy, we sure need it."
"How much snow (or rain) did we get last night?"
"When is that wind gonna quit?"
"Sure is muggy out."
"What did your thermometer say this morning?"
"Cold (or hot) enough for ya?"
This last comment is probably most frequently heard, and usually elicits a smile, if not a chuckle. We heard it a lot when we were first introduced to the Polar Vortex back in December. As denizens of the Northwoods, we are used to shrugging off the cold, making jokes, laughing at Old Man Winter and then putting on another layer and going about our business.
But now, three months on, nobody is laughing. And nobody wants to talk about the weather.
After 78 of the last 90 days with a low below zero, we have nothing left to say. Old Man Winter slaps us again and again as we go out the door in the morning, and we don't have a comeback. We want to spit in his eye, but we're out of spit.
So now when our customers come in, the conversation is brief. We won't bring up the weather now until it changes for the better, when we can be certain the below-zero stuff is behind us. No one dares mention Spring - it's just too soon. Nope, not going there yet.
Authors note: I promise no more posts about winter! At least not until we can get excited about it again.