You have to listen to these people up here.
Take this sentence: “We won’t see freezing for at least another week.” A rational grown-up might conclude the weather will be warmer than 32 degrees for the next few days. Nope. Native speakers understand the meaning to be: “The temps will remain below freezing for at least a week.” Possibly longer; they don’t tell first-termers everything they know.
There’s still so much for me to learn. Upon leaving the bank, I stumbled on a plastic bucket with a Day-Glo sign: “Ice Melt .” Now what the hell does that mean? Are more glaciers on the way? How will the buckets help?
Just in case glaciers actually need help, there’s second season use of school playgrounds. They turn on the faucet and flood ‘em. Ice rinks for the children. That's cool.
Talk of weather permeates all communication. Even the sports pages. Writing in the Star-Tribune, Jim Souhan was having fun with Vikings fans and worked in this gem: “Minnesotans are supposed to be hardy and strong, tempered by the DNA of forebears who lived through their first winter here and, strangely, decided to stay.”
Currently, the Vikings play their season in a covered stadium. But they want a venue with no lid. I'm starting to mumble.
The perennial book favorite is "Bring Warm Clothes: Letters and Photos from Minnesota's Past." The tome was written by a former columnist for the Star-Tribune, Peg Meier. Letters from settlers in the 19th Century to relatives back in the homeland. Airmail.
This morning: 14 degrees, overcast and light flurries. But kind of pretty. Certainly fun. Challenging, uh-huh. And just the beginning.
I'm not getting out of these jammies.