Getting the cold shoulder…

I have lived in North Dakota 12 years and I can’t say I have ever heard of or experienced freezing fog. That is what that weather symbol above stands for (I have never seen it before today). I have experienced freezing as a function of the weather and have also on occasion given and received cold shoulders. I have also experienced fog, both as a function of weather and personal disorientation. Yet, I never experienced the two together.

I can go outside and get a feel for the weather representation – yuck, not at all appealing. It looks darn dangerous and it is a tad chilly.

I wonder what a freezing fog would look like represented in human behavior. Would that be giving or receiving a cold shoulder without a clear understanding of why?  Sounds like a reasonable guess to me. Do you suppose that is what Mother Nature is doing to us right now giving us the cold shoulder without knowing why?  She is getting older you know. Her forgetting what the cold shoulder is about may be the equivalent of going into a room to get something and forgetting what you went in to get…I have heard that happens to some folks as they age. Not me – other folks.

Anyway, where was I going with all this? Hmmmm…can’t remember and brrrrr it’s cold.

Day one hundred and ninety-seven of the new forty – obla di obla da


About Ms. C

I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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2 Responses to Getting the cold shoulder…

  1. Tam says:

    Freezing fog….otherwise known as a mother-in-law.

  2. stormamy says:

    we had freezing fog twice this winter and it has to be the most beautiful winter weather phenomenon i’ve ever seen. it coats the trees with a sparkle and looks like diamonds shimmering in the morning light. it melts off after a few hours, but is glorious to behold. God’s gift to us in the throes of winter.

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