Last Thursday, I wore three pairs of pants. Butler’s campus remained mostly covered in ice and snow, and the weather website listed the recorded low as negative 8 degrees. Fahrenheit.
One week later and students are walking around in shorts. I didn’t go quite that far–I still had a scarf and coat–but it was wonderful to ride my bike again. I don’t understand the Midwest. We were all:
And now it’s springtime!? What happens next week? (Besides the Dance Department’s Midwinter Dance Festival, of course.) Sometimes I miss the East Coast.
Right, I promise my next post will not be about the weather or food. I’m been quite busy lately and have loads to tell you.
[...] else. In my case, we go to wet Richmond, Virginia, where my grandmother was operative in her garden the day it was disastrous eight and we don’t have to wear mixed pairs of [...]
[...] else. In my case, I go to humid Richmond, Virginia, where my grandmother was working in her garden the day it was negative eight and I don’t have to wear multiple pairs of [...]
Thank you Kristen!
Good luck on your solo!!!