The Undertoe of Frozen Toe

It's been weeks since the last posting and it has become apparent that the weather has take the turn towards winter, esepcially with the plumbing temperatures in the area. I love snow, I think it's beautiful, but so is blood circulation. It's hard to see the beauty when you can't see out of your eyes.

But other than temperatures have caused a stir in other areas than just epidermis. Students all over campus are humbling themselves by hitting patches of ice, some resulting in bone breaking action. It's a risk you take when you live in Edinboro. It's the way life functions around here, and you eventually get used to it.

Like the concept of snow. Some reguard an inch of accumulation enough to keep them inside for the next 24 hours. A foot of snow may get recognized in this snowbelt area. Astounding.

Being on the college campus, it's interesting to hear students consistanty complain against the weather. Of course, I'd love to ask them why they are attending this frozen igloo of a university if their blood runs with caribbian passion, but then you get the lamo excuse of "scholarship", or the program, expense, and so on. But isn't that life? You get served these plump, little lemons, and you have to make lemonade, or popsicles.

Either way, there's room for a whimper, but an outlandish statement of disapproval heeds no great response of sympathy. The weather may surprise you, but that's the undertoe of frozen toe, if you can still feel them.