tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699989418747859369.post3629650923323124429..comments2023-09-12T08:00:29.447-07:00Comments on Strange Pilgram: serenity of slushChristine Gramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13783180729146518061noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699989418747859369.post-38898653188480698142008-12-05T02:47:00.000-08:002008-12-05T02:47:00.000-08:00derfina: thanks ;) slush is loverlyCarmi: Are you...derfina: thanks ;) slush is loverly<BR/>Carmi: Are you sure you didn't send it? When I lived in Chicago and upstate New York, we always blamed the Canadians for the weather. But I agree, one key to enjoying frightful weather is to be well dressed. Sweaters, scarves, hats, gloves... I even found some arm warmers here as my limbs are always sticking out too far. But the Sorels are the best... I love carelessly walking through the slush and having my feet stay completely warm and dry.<BR/><BR/>And, I must say,<BR/>You guys are totally warming my heart these days! Thanks!Christine Gramhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13783180729146518061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699989418747859369.post-71095060606439879792008-12-02T11:30:00.000-08:002008-12-02T11:30:00.000-08:00Maybe it's my Canadian heritage, but I couldn't he...Maybe it's my Canadian heritage, but I couldn't help but smile all the way through this entry. A number of thoughts:<BR/><BR/>1 - The weather is an amazing connector between strangers. It immediately gives them a basis for understanding, for establishing a common bond, for simply having a conversation.<BR/>2 - Sorels are the best boots on the planet. I bought a pair after we rescued a dog and brought him home. Along with an amazing parka and a very cozy hat, neck warmer and gloves, I can stay out all night if the dog wishes to take his time. Nothing feels better than being enveloped by good, warm clothing when the weather's frightful.<BR/>3 - It's been crazy-slushy/stormy here over the last few days as well. I promise I didn't send it your way :)carmilevyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699989418747859369.post-16747797229696853962008-12-01T05:38:00.000-08:002008-12-01T05:38:00.000-08:00Oh, Christine. You have a way of making even SLUS...Oh, Christine. You have a way of making even SLUSH sound loverly. You have a gift, gurrrlfriend.derfinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11146774907696083985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699989418747859369.post-13004563467113345002008-12-01T03:54:00.000-08:002008-12-01T03:54:00.000-08:00Hahaha! Don't I know it. They're a strange breed...Hahaha! Don't I know it. They're a strange breed. Nothing like my hubby's Romans or the beautiful people of Amalfi. THAT's the Italy I came to love before moving here. Warm, talkative people, lots of kissing and hugging, people treat you like a best friend the first time they meet you. But I'll chalk it all up to experience and keep the few gems I find for friends.Christine Gramhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13783180729146518061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699989418747859369.post-72648382243827034042008-12-01T02:46:00.000-08:002008-12-01T02:46:00.000-08:00NORMAL PEOPLE: italy = happiness slush = miseryIT...NORMAL PEOPLE: <BR/>italy = happiness <BR/>slush = misery<BR/><BR/>ITALIANS:<BR/>italy = misery<BR/>slush = happiness<BR/><BR/>Those are some weird folks you have there in Northern Italia. :p :)MsTypohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10405552178619579820noreply@blogger.com