Fingers and Toes
I’ve been looking at the ground a lot today.
It’s one of the differences between Ireland and in Kansas City. Here in Ireland the ground can be wet and simply mean that it has rained somewhere in the last several days. The continual damp in the air can prevent the ground from drying.
In KC however the ground dries as it gets wet. Since there is little precipitation in winter, it is during warmer months that it rains. And often you get to watch the rain go straight back up again in the form of steam.
This happens indoors also - so if you find yourself helping somebody clean up after a party I suggest you volunteer to dry the dishes. Then pause for about ten seconds after each dish is placed in the drainer and you will have yourself a bone-dry dish in your hand before you touch it with a tea-towel.
This also has the added benefit of freeing you up to read the tea-towel and its dodgey Irish proverbs and badly spelled Irish.
Anyway, I’ve been looking at the ground all day because in the Irish greyness I can’t tell if the ground is wet or dry. I’ve just gone for a walk around with a cup of tea and I’m none the wiser.
It is cold though. Odd to think that a couple of days ago I was sitting in the south of England, in weather I would call hot, eating dinner outside while hot-air balloons sailed over my head brilliantly lit up against the pure blue sky.
Today here in Dublin my fingers are numb with the cold. I am typing from the wrist where you aim an inanimate finger at the keyboard and thrust your wrist forwards until your finger pokes the correct key.
I’d type with my toes only I’m still in KC mode wearing sandals that have left my toes also numb, all of my shoes - both pairs - still in England and I hear en route home tonight.
I’d tell you what the temperature is, only I don’t know and nobody is talking about it specifically.
See Some KC Weather Memories:
• I Built An Igloo
• Unseasonably Hot and Cold in the Midwest
• My Kansas City Icicles
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
Welcome back to our delightful confused weather or as Primal would say - menopausal.
Thank you very much missus. Re-adapting as we speak, and good to know it’s not me going through a midlife crisis.
87° F here in KC. Greg Beck’s funeral was well attended. Hope you warm up soon!
The heating has been turned on Spyder, so my fingers are flying now. And my shoes have just arrived in from England.
I’m really sorry I couldn’t be a Greg’s funeral, or at the Record Bar or Harry’s, but I’m very heartened that you all attended so well.
You were (are!) missed!