The older I get I'm starting to think old man winter is pure asshole

[Duncanpup]

77 days to spring and warm weather

[Archae]

1. You must live in a northern state like I do.

In my case, Wisconsin, which is legendary for lousy winters.

Just now, I looked and it's 12 degrees and windy outside.

A good friend of mine lives in Southern Georgia, and yesterday's high was 80! 80? In January?
Yup.

[KarenS]

2. I understand,,,, The older I get

the smaller my 'comfort zone' gets,,,, I call myself a 70s gal,,,, I just want that temperature gauge to reach or pass thru the 70s at some point in a 24 hour period,,,, I'm in Arizona, I like the Spring and the Fall ~ I complain in the SummerTime too.

[Walleye]

3. I just saw a list of the 10 best states for climate. Delaware was number seven

And I got to admit we don’t have such brutal winters. But I am tired of it at age 72. My birthday is toward the end of February that’s usually when I think of the new year starting. I have a theory that you’re not very comfortable at any temperature that is below your age Fahrenheit of course

[brewens]

4. It got down to seven here in Idaho yesterday. I have cold weather gear for my walks and bumped

that up some recently so I would be comfortable out there no matter what. Then I ended up having my right knee replaced 12/15 when I had expected to have to wait until March. So now that I'm equipped for as cold as it ever gets here, I can't go. LOL

This might not be the only cold and snowy weeks we get and that's fine with me. I'd rather be walking in shorts. If it does get really cold again though, I should be healed up and out there.

[RockCreek]

5. To try to cope with a Southern New England winter

They are NOT as bad as a few decades ago. But the older I get the less tolerant I get. So to try to cope I just ordered a wearable sleeping bag. It might get me sitting out by the fire pit a bit mire often, and even doing some gardening and landscaping earlier than I would otherwise tolerate.

[highplainsdem]

6. I used to love winter. Sledding, snow angels, tunneling through deep snow as a

kid. Have fond memories from college days of a very snowy afternoon helping friends push cars out of drifts in between breaks for mulled wine at a bar with a fireplace. Snow was my friend.

Ice wasn't, and between whiplash from an accident when the car behind me didn't brake in time, and a back injury from a bad fall on black ice, I stopped loving winter.