Oh the joy of spring in Duluth. This morning I put on my flip flops that matched my tank top and capri pants.
My toes were hangin’ ten in the breeze. Ah yes, the breeze. That ever present force we deal with here in Duluth. When I went into Wal-Mart at 10:30 the breeze was a gentle, warm friend, making me think of lemonade in my hammock. When I came out of the store a short 45 minutes later, the breeze had morphed into a 25 mph east wind off of Lake Superior. And we all know what that means! The temperature had dropped about 20 degrees in a half an hour. Oh it still looked like a lovely spring day; the sun was shining, the birds were singing, but it felt more like March.
Of course, being the stubborn, first-born that I am, I convinced myself that I would be fine and no lake wind was gonna make me change my outfit that I had picked out for my date with my hubby later that evening. Who knew it would be 45 degrees in Canal Park!? OK, in the back of my head I did know, but I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. Sigh. My toes practically fell off from frostbite, but I comforted myself with the fact that there were plenty of other girls hobbling around Canal Park in flip flops on numb toes. Thank goodness I have a hot tub where I thawed my frozen tootsies when I got home.
Maybe I’ll learn someday to wear socks. It’s just that socks aren’t very cute with flip flops.
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