Got a Minute: Burr wabbit

Thanksgiving will be here next week and I have to admit, I learned a couple of valuable pre-Thanksgiving lessons this week.

Posted on 11/23/13

By Lee Coleman

There is truth to be told about the cold and the wind cutting a person into pieces.

Throw in four inches of snow and minus two degree temperatures with wind chills making it feel like minus 20 degrees and you got yourself a party.

Folks have laughed with me all week about me not seeing anything yet. I get it now.

I know, just you wait. But by- crackly, it has been dang cold by any standards.

When I got ready to leave for work Thursday morning, I thought I’d be rip-diddly-squat if I would let it get to me.

I dressed in enough layers to outfit half of my graduating class and had everything covered except for my face.

Walking through the snow, I thought this wasn’t too bad after all. Then, the 10,000 needles started sticking me in my face.

Good grief. My eyeballs dried out first then I thought my nose was going to fall off my face. As I exhaled, I felt my teeth freezing with each breath.

So, my friends, I now understand about not seeing anything yet.

After the brutal lessons of this week, I clearly understand what type of winter clothing I must invest in.

And what type of winter I might anticipate.

After all, the first snow came on October 18 and I thought that couldn’t possibly be a good sign.

In retrospect, it was only an early sign. I now have new-found respect for the signs.

Burr wabbit.

I haven’t seen anything yet.

But my eyes are open. Only because they are frozen open.

Coleman is the editor of the Republican and can be contacted at leecoleman88@yahoo.com.

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