In any given winter, we all know the earlier the temps begin to fall the sooner the jackets, mittens, hats, boots, scarves and other clothing intended to keep us warm is moved from the storage closet to a place more readily available.
For some, the winter gear is donned at the first sign of snow, while others pace themselves.
As most of you know, I?am of the pace myself crowd, which invariable draws the same maternal question from many I know are concerned with my well being – “Troy, where is your jacket?”
At first, in those October and November months I?quibble with them. After all, I?argue, it’s not officially winter until December.
In most years, by December I?have had to wear my winter gear at least a few times.
Winter 2011-12, as we all know, was not most years.
So, when Christmas came and went I?still had not even taken my winter coat or gloves out of the closet.
I?assumed in January, when the temps drop significantly on average I?would have to add a few layers, but by the middle of the month my winter wear was still nowhere to be seen. That is when I made a decision to go without as long as I?possibly could. Yes, I?made a pact with myself to see if I could go an entire winter never wearing anything more than a sweater.
There were certainly days when I?wish I?had never made that decision, but that stubborn Krause streak won out. After all, I would finish what I?had started.
I recall on one of those cold days I walked into the school to be chided by Scott Becker. I?told him it wasn’t that cold out.
While his words were much kinder, the impression I took away from him was likely I worked in one of those pansy office jobs where I?didn’t have to be outside in the elements.
He’s right, if I worked out in the cold this plan never would have been considered.
On another of those low temperature days I?again made my way to the school to talk with Marshall Hegg, who walked into his classroom that early morning wearing a number of layers.
When asked why he had so much on, he, also in much kinder words, said anyone who would go out in weather like was going on that day without layers was an idiot. He, of course, is right, too.
When the weather threatened one February day and I?had no plans of putting on my coat, my better half reprimanded me, made me get out my jacket and said “at least put it in your car.”
Page 2 of 2 - So, I?did, and since that day it has been in the back seat or back window waiting for its time to go back into storage.
With winter now officially over, I can say an entire winter went by and there was never one day when I?wore my jacket.
So, now when I?tell stories to my grandkids I?can talk about the winter when it was so warm all winter I?did not have to put on anything more than shorts and a t-shirt. That’s right. By the time the story is told to them it will be stretched a bit. I?am sure their parents will love that.