Last week, I asked my readers for some ideas for a topic. One of them suggested Polar Vortex. So here goes. This is what I know. Or more accurately, don’t know.
I have to be honest here. I did not know what Polar Vortex was. In case you haven’t realized by now, I kind of live under a rock. I hate the news. It depresses me. When DH puts on the evening news, I zone out on my iPhone like a prepubescent teenage girl.
Now that I have that out of the way, what comes to mind when you hear these two words? Polar = cold. Like Polar Bear. Not that a Polar Bear is cold exactly, but he lives in the cold. When I think of Vortex, I think of, well, um…some kind of material that you wear to keep sweat from touching your skin? Or it could be something weird going on in your brain. Wasn’t there some strange movie about that once? Probably not.
I looked it up and here is the real meaning: “A persistent, large scale cyclone located near either of a planet’s geographical poles.” Well, that’s the short version. I don’t understand the rest. This is good enough for me. So, in layman’s terms, there is a cyclone at the North or South pole? Am I close? Again, probably not. But I have to ask. What does a cyclone at the North Pole have anything to do with us? I’m so confused and still feel like I’m in the dark. Maybe if I tuned into the news? Nah.
Whatever it means, it’s a bit nuts. I’m telling you people, this winter sucks minus. It doesn’t seem to matter what part of the country you are from. Florida doesn’t even seem safe. What the heck is going on? I mean figuratively. Because we already know what’s going on literally. In case you zoned out, it has to do with a cyclone or two (I think). I mean, I’m not equipped for this business. My parka isn’t even enough to keep out the cold. The last time I checked, I’m not an Eskimo. If I wanted to partake in this crap, I would have moved my buns to Alaska.
Below zero temperatures is cruel. It’s like a bad joke. And then we wake up 2 days later and it’s 52 degrees. People have become so accustomed to minus 10 degrees that when it’s 50, they feel it’s okay to bring out the shorts and tank tops. Seriously. I, myself, have contemplated pulling out the tankini and catching a few rays. The snow? It’s no longer white and fluffy. It’s a disgusting mess of mud and slush. It’s everywhere. On your car. On your legs. All over those really cute riding boots you got for Christmas.
Ok, so is it over? This Polar Vortex business? I hope so. Today hit around the 45 degree mark. I didn’t wear a coat to work. And when I got out of work at 5pm and stepped outside, I wasn’t even cold. Now do that in August and we’d be freezing our asses off. It’s just so weird to me. It’s January people. JAN-U-AR-Y. Did I get off topic? Sorry.
And the material you wear that keeps sweat from touching your skin? That would be Gortex. See? I know what I’m talking about. Kind of.