Frigorifick
I have lived in Gainesville for more than a decade, and in that time I have grown accustomed to temperatures I did not ever experience when living in St. Petersburg. Granted, Gainesville is less than two hundred miles north of St. Pete, but, still, that makes a substantial difference. Winter nights in Gainesville regularly dip into the thirties, and once a year, perhaps, we have a day that doesn’t reach fifty degrees. But, no matter what, after a day or two the temperatures always creep back up, and afternoon highs once again hover around seventy degrees.
In my entire life in Florida I have never experienced a cold spell like this. It isn’t merely the extreme cold, although it is definitely that: we have had days recently that barely climbed above forty degrees. Rather, what is so distressing to everyone is the seemingly endless nature of this cold. For about two weeks now it has been freezing cold. At home, our heater is running nearly non-stop to keep the house at a comfortable temperature. I dread turning on the faucet because the water is so frigid it almost feels worse than scalding. Meanwhile, going outside for anything–even just to run to the car–is a miserable and dreaded chore. I haven’t dared to ride my bike in almost a week. School started last Tuesday, and everyone you see on campus is wearing a hooded sweatshirt with his hands tucked into his pockets.
Fortunately, Miriam bought me a windbreaker for Christmas, which has absolutely paid for itself and more over the last two weeks. Coupled with a pair of gloves my mother sent me, I have managed to protect my skin from frostbite (possibly an exaggeration).
The forecast for tonight is eighteen degrees, and there is no word yet when the cold will end. Some say Friday, but I feel it may never be warm again.
Filed under: Gainesville, Meteorology on January 10th, 2010 | 3 Comments »



