I forgot how lovely fall is in Dallas — mornings in the 60s and days in the 80s — it feels almost like summer back in Minnesota!
The one deceptive thing about the past few weeks is that the afternoon temperature makes it easy to forget that the apartment pool water is freezing. It’s a mistake that you make once (per season) though. 💦
The temperature is perfect – about 60 to 70 degrees every day.
iLume Park’s large dog park in Dallas, Texas.
Gunter at Ilume Park’s small dog park.
Perry Heights neighborhood of Dallas, Texas, in February.
The Harwood District of downtown Dallas, Texas
Thomson Reuters is flying me back to Minnesota for an awards dinner and training.
It’s going to be cold as hell, but I get to see some of my friends and my company is putting me up in the Mall of America hotel, so things could be worse.
That doesn’t mean that I won’t miss the warmth…
I always thought my mother was dramatic about hating the cold (she still lives in Miami) but now I fully understand.
Brr.
Shepard Road completely flooded near my apartment. Raspberry Island was close to disappearing too.
Wabasha and Robert Street bridges were covered with photographers and onlookers.
The pictures livened up my dull Instagram account, but downtown St. Paul is situated on a bluff, so the only things that actually got flooded by were a bunch of parks, surface lots, and the street by the river.
I had the horrible experience of being stuck in one of the storms during a dog walk – Gunter and I were halfway across the High Bridge when we saw a huge wall of rain rush down the river valley. We ran to a wooded area for cover, but eventually got so soaked that we had to start walking home.
I haven’t been soaked to my underbritches since leaving Miami, and I don’t miss that gross feeling at all.
I don’t even know what to think anymore. It’s May-freaking-first and I had the pleasure of watching tiny snowflakes flip me the bird all day.
And then it hailed.
The “feels like” temperature is 32 degrees and things look rather muddy outside.
My mother lives in Miami. I spoke with her on the phone today:
Mom: “I hear you guys are getting snow later this week.”
Me: “Really? But it’s so beautiful out today! It’s hot and lots of people are walking around in shorts and flipflops.”
Mom: “What? It’s 30 degrees!”
Me: “What? There’s no way. It’s hot!”
Mom: “Okay, well, the actual temperature is 40 degrees, but the “feels like” temperature is 30 degrees.”
I checked the weather an hour later: 41 degrees. “feels like 33.”
It feels like 33 degrees and I’m outside sweating. I don’t know what I’m going to do this summer.
