Cold Comfort

The contributors at Velvet Ashes are talking about the topic, comfort, this week. They invite our comments as well as our blog posts later this evening as they open the discussion for readers to contribute. Since the site’s primary audience is expatriate women, I suppose they are considering the tangible comforts of the United States that they lack in their country of residence. Of course, we must consider the intangible as well. In the New Testament, the Holy Spirit is sometimes called The Comforter.

It’s cold out today, even in Louisiana. We are having a cold spell, as is most of the southern and eastern United States. It’s not dangerous here, as we haven’t any ice or snow to complicate matters. The weather is simply uncomfortable for most of us who rarely have winter temperatures below the freezing mark.

A friend remarked this morning that she wasn’t comfortable getting out until the temperatures were higher than her age. Since I am in my early 50s, I suppose I can leave the house in the early afternoon, according to that standard.  She’s a bit older, so she may have to stay home another day or two, until things return to normal in Louisiana.

I suppose what I want to end with is that comfort is a relative thing, isn’t it? Some things are more comfortable in the US, where we are accustomed to things being as they should be in our country of birth. On the other hand, it’s quite comfortable to live in semitropics sometimes, such as in higher elevations of Central America, where I generally lived always between the low 80s to the upper 60s.

At any rate, let’s think about comfort today. Join me tonight or tomorrow morning for more thoughts on comfort.

2 thoughts on “Cold Comfort

  1. If I couldn’t leave the house until the temperature was higher than my age, I’d have only two choices. Either measure the temps in Kelvin, in which case I could go out any time I wanted. Or lock myself into the house from mid-October until mid-April.

    As it is, I’m already close to living under house arrest with hard labor. (Daily snow shoveling.)

    I could take some comfort right about now.

    Saludos,

    Kim G
    Boston, MA
    Where everyone is getting just a bit too cranky from the weather.

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