One morning before this latest cold snap, I went out for a walk. The sun was shining and the temperature was only a little bit below the freezing mark. Tolerable for a Minnesota winter day. When I got back to my building, I sat on the front steps, enjoying the sunshine.
Here we often see the "Minnesota Shuffle." It is a way of walking in the wintertime that is sort of a cross between a shuffle and an upright duck walk. It is practiced mostly by us old folks, who are convinced if we slip and fall on the ice, we will break a hip. And we know that if we break a hip, the kids will be checking out the dreaded nursing homes within 24 hours. So we walk very, very carefully on the icy sidewalks.
As I sat basking in the sunshine, I noticed an old lady headed my way, doing the Minnesota Shuffle. As she got closer, I saw she was talking to herself. I thought maybe she was just a garden variety crazy, but changed my mind when she got close enough for me to hear what she was saying.
"Florida," she said. "Why didn't I move to Florida. Arizona is warm. Should have gone there. Or maybe Texas..." And on she shuffled, eyes downcast, watching the sidewalk, skirting around the patches of ice.
I can relate.
Abandoned bridge and rail line at Sharples, Alberta
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