Christmas in the Country
I spent Christmas weekend in Indiana enjoying the generosity and good feelings of my fiance's wonderful family. One cannot say enough about leaving the hustle and bustle of the city behind, to enjoy the quiet, snow softened solace of a long four days in the country.
Temperatures in Chicago on Christmas Eve morning (paradox?) reached only -2F and felt every bit, or lack of bit, that cold. We left the salt-whitened streets and sidewalks of the city for the snow-whitened fields of Indiana. (Note to Mayor Daley, instead of raising our taxes to meet budget shortfalls, use less salt!)
After commuting in a sardine can each morning, pushing through millions of fat suburban holiday shoppers every lunch time while hoping not to succumb to hypothermia, and exposing myself to the beams and rays of my office computer for hours on end throughout the day, spending time on a snow-covered farm was chicken soup for the soul. I certainly had a Merry Christmas.
"ONLY IN INDIANA" NOTE: Apologies to Jeff Foxworthy, but there is only one way to describe a sight I observed on Sunday afternoon while driving through a rural section of Indiana: "You might be a redneck if: When there are several inches of snow on the ground, you gather up the kids, tie their sleds to the back of your Ford Bronco, and do donuts in the front yard."
Temperatures in Chicago on Christmas Eve morning (paradox?) reached only -2F and felt every bit, or lack of bit, that cold. We left the salt-whitened streets and sidewalks of the city for the snow-whitened fields of Indiana. (Note to Mayor Daley, instead of raising our taxes to meet budget shortfalls, use less salt!)
After commuting in a sardine can each morning, pushing through millions of fat suburban holiday shoppers every lunch time while hoping not to succumb to hypothermia, and exposing myself to the beams and rays of my office computer for hours on end throughout the day, spending time on a snow-covered farm was chicken soup for the soul. I certainly had a Merry Christmas.
"ONLY IN INDIANA" NOTE: Apologies to Jeff Foxworthy, but there is only one way to describe a sight I observed on Sunday afternoon while driving through a rural section of Indiana: "You might be a redneck if: When there are several inches of snow on the ground, you gather up the kids, tie their sleds to the back of your Ford Bronco, and do donuts in the front yard."
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