So we've been having a cold snap recently, and I've actually been finding in the last two years that my barefoot time outside has actually picked up when there's snow on the ground. So this week I've been running errands, going to the mailbox and taking the trash to the curb barefoot. But I had to draw the line the other day and actually threw my boots on! On Monday it was about 19 degrees when I left the house, and I was wearing my flip flops (mainly to take them to the car for work), and my car was covered in snow. Now it was dry powder, and after freezing over the weekend, it was pretty well stuck to my windshield. So I had to spend about 15 minutes scraping it away, and I had to ditch the flip flops pretty early on because they were icing up from standing in the snow. But being barefoot in a couple inches of snow in 19 degree weather...yeah, once I got my car glass to where I could see, I ran in to the house and threw my winter boots on. I guess my habits don't surprise anyone anymore though. Just last night my wife's best friend came to the house to pick up some Christmas goodies, and I was running the garbage down to the curb, and she shouted "hey barefoot dude" when she pulled into the driveway. She also tried to have a go at me by closing and locking the door so I couldn't get back in. I had to ring the doorbell and she waited a while to answer and then opened it by saying "I wanted to see how long you could stay out there in your bare feet!".
Matthew, Welcome to every day life in Maine. Well. Most days. Some far worse than that. Not right this day though. We're in another inexplicable thaw. But winter's only started---
