Hey everyone,
The other day (and I use the phrase “the other day” in the time honoured tradition of actually meaning anytime between yesterday to half a year ago. To clarify in this case I mean a couple of weeks ago) I was talking to my friend who mentioned that something I had told him a while ago (let’s say six months?) had made a lasting impression on him.
I was reminded that at a gathering of friends (where we played telephone pictionary but for the drawing section you couldn’t just write a description you had to write a poem. It was the best game of telephone pictionary I’ve ever played) I launched into a monologue on Winnipeg winters, and properly dressing for them, and used the analogy of a heating a house.
Wearing a large winter jacket but leaving your neck exposed or leaving your shirt untucked, is essentially like having an well insulated house but leaving the front door open when it dips below zero. Just close the door already. TUCK IN YOUR SHIRT.
I don’t remember giving this speech but I definitely remember and still stand by this sentiment.
This friend said ever since he heard that, he’s started to do it on cold days leaving the house.
Winter is here. It’s time to tuck in your shirt and you can thank me later.
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November was tense, foreboding and fun. Looking back it was full of:
Family Lasagna, camp banquet, existential chats, election night, Ticket to Ride, Secret Treaty, Shorty’s Pizza, cottage, Gladiator, Mad Max, bumping into people, oral surgeon, Palestine protest, Ikea, Artists for Palestine, rainy bus rides, chatting about protein, Neubergthal party, mac mini, superstore shops, scrabble, progressive supper, palestine gala.
Enjoy the photos,
Michael, not Mike
these are great! the crisp winter is palpable!
Looks freezing. I love the freight train one. Reminds me of driving through the prairies and only seeing those trains. The always brought colourful hope.