Today in San Francisco it dawned on me that it was January.Â I really couldn’t tell since it was so warm.Â I spent most of my morning and afternoon outside visiting clients so the weather didn’t seem to be abnormal until I got a call from my parents who are deep in Iowa and in the middle of a blizzard.Â My dad told me that he canceled his appointment as well as my mom’s medical office closed early.
This is midway through my 9th year in San Francisco after moving out here from Iowa and today’s warm weather matched against my parents hibernation from a storm made me think once again of the way things were when I was back in the Midwest.Â And in these nine years I have not shoveled any driveways, defrosted any windsheilds, chain any tires, and I haven’t even wore my full body snow suit matched with moon boots.
For those of you in colder climates I am not mocking you or thinking that living in a warmer climate is any better.Â In fact I have some friends that make a point to show off how “cool” it is to be in the snow.Â If he were to come back to life he would probably come back as a polar bear or some other iceberg hugging animal.Â Shirley you know who you are.
Some would argue that San Francisco is in fact not a warmer climate.Â In fact even myself not 10 posts earlier I found myself claiming that San Francisco was going through the next big ice age.Â And to go on and quote a freind of mine that was quoting Mark Twain, “The coldest winter I have had was a Summer in San Francisco.”Â (or something to that effect.)Â It is true that San Francisco is not the warmest place on earth.Â But it is this climate that was probably one of the top 2 reasons on why I moved out to San Francisco instead of going to New York.