When I arrived in Nashville the weather was heavenly. The high 70's low 80's. (25*C approx.)
I had been forewarned, so my case was brimming with sleeveless tops, capri pants and flip-flops. The only wintery outfit was the one designated for traveling.
The Infamous March Blizzard hit Northern Wisconsin the day after I arrived in Nashville. I sat with a smug smile in my sleeveless top, capris pants and flip-flops as husband bemoaned Oragious weather. Sub degree temperatures and more than six inches of snow.
A few days later my smug smile was replaced with chattering teeth. Oragious weather hit Nashville. No, not sub-degree temps or six inches of snow, but after the high 70's and low 80's the mid 40's sure as H. E. Hockey Sticks felt cold. Especially for one whose suitcase was brimming with sleeveless tops and capri pants. A raid on LS's wardrobe was the only course of action open to me. That or pneumonia.
I decided not to interrupt my Nashville jaunt with pneumonia. Pneumonia would just have to wait until my return to Wisconsin.
James Dickey said,"There are so many selves in everybody, and to explore and exploit just one is wrong, dead wrong." Thank you for joining me as I strive to discover those other selves. I hope you enjoy reading my endeavours. I would be delighted to hear your comments and feedback. You all come back now hear! Ann
I am a wife and mother of four, made redundant by children who insisted on growing up. I divide my time between Wisconsin and Ireland. I am a writer, who has finally decided it’s time to brave the big scary world and try to get something published. I hope you enjoy my efforts!