This time of year, we start to go a bit batty because we’ve been stuck indoors for far too long staring at the same four walls and looking out the window at cement skies. Chicago doesn’t really have a spring, we usually go from 40 degree weather to upper 70’s in about a weeks time. The skies finally clear and we can see that the atmosphere is indeed blue above our heads, it’s just been covered up in permaclouds. This usually happens in mid June. Seriously. Every once in a while we’ll get a sunny clear day with temps that are moderate but we just don’t have a spring to speak of here.
Anywho, last weekend we had one of those days that just teases our memories of how wonderful summers are here. The skies cleared to absolute brilliant blue and the sun warmed the air to the low 40’s. It was the first time this year we’d had some moderation. Chicagoan’s tend to explode out of doors on a day like this and today was no exception. I took advantage of it by strapping on my running shoes and getting back to my routine of last year. I had lots to do around the office and house so by the time I finally left, it was 4pmish. The sun was getting lower in the skies and because we still had significant snow on the ground, there was a definite chill in the air. I wasn’t bundled as much as I would have liked (forgot my gloves!). But I was determined to get this back on track so I pushed through. Along my route, I passed not just one, but 3 people wearing flip flops. One girl had on a down coat, hat, gloves, scarf and bare feet. Now I know I’m showing my age when I shake my head in confusion over this but it happens every year and I can’t understand why. If you are that cold you have to wear all that stuff, why wouldn’t you wear socks and shoes also? It just doesn’t make sense. Are you that desperate to expose your ghostly white, unpainted toes to a wind chill of 35 degrees? Really?
I just don’t get it. Maybe I’m too practical. My feet are not any where near summer ready yet and quite frankly I can’t stand being cold. If that’s what getting old is all about, well, I’m fine with that. Now where did I put my bifocals?