I managed this little doozy of a picture a few days ago during a particularly frigid night. I spent several minutes transfixed by my thermometer as the number went down, down, down. Not the coldest I've seen by any stretch but it does make me thankful for my big winter parka. Actually, at the moment, its merely -33. It's kind of a game among some Northerners I've bumped into to compare the coldest temperatures that you've experienced. I'm sure that to the Inuit, this all sounds pretty silly. But still I like to compare my numbers just for the heck of it.
On a completely different topic, the boys culture teacher at our school (that would be a shop teacher in the South) is putting the finishing touches on a qamutik. I'm looking forward to raffling it off to raise money for our school soccer teams. I'm hoping to be able to have a 16-and-under boys team for next year in addition to our 14-and-under girls and boys teams which will mean having to buy a 3rd set of uniforms.
On another positive note, according the weather website I check to get my daily weather fix, the sun actually rose here today - for 30 grand minutes (12:39pm to 1:09pm). In a few more days we will actually be able to see the great orb in town here once it gets high enough to clear to mountains to the south of us.
The Terror, in all her glory ...
6 days ago