I just heard a bird chirp outside, and was reminded forcefully of how beautiful it is outside. Tomorrow is going to be just as warm, and I’m really loving the idea of going out during the weekend.
I said as much to the friendly customer rep from Wells Fargo bank when I called him for something yesterday. It’s really warming up, I said.
“When you say “warming up”, what’s the temperature?” he asked me.
Good question. “It’s going to be in the thirties. Might even go to forty” I told him enthusiastically.
I could see he wasn’t impressed. He actually laughed. Of course, he was living in California, somewhere near Sacramento. Hmph. What does he know?
Yes, yes, that’s forty degrees Fahrenheit, or 4 degrees Celsius. Now when you say four degrees, it does sound a little cold, I admit. Which is why it’s always better to think in Fahrenheit; forty degrees feels a lot warmer than four.
But believe me, my neighbors are going to walk around in shorts tomorrow. It’s going to be a warm weekend. Forty in February? Can you believe it?
I grew up in celsius land. But now, I feel so much better thinking in Fahrenheit. It’s not just that zero degrees celsius sounds much colder than 32F. Minus 10F sounds much more bearable than minus 23C. But when the temperature goes into the minus 30 levels, it doesn’t much matter which measure you use anyway. This is what my forecast looked like a month ago :
Just a few days back, the temperature was in the minus 10 F range, so it’s not surprising I find 30 degrees the height of warmth. I might even go so far as to call it a little hot, especially if I forgetfully wear my usual jacket.
I can see it’s more difficult to convince you guys in Texas and California, though. And all of you in India.
But all weather is relative. It’s also amazing how quickly we adjust.
All I am thankful for is that, even when it was minus thirty outside, it was sunny. That is harder to explain, though. How it can be a bright, sunny day and yet be bitterly cold.