I am firmly convinced that chilly is colder than cold. Cold hisses across your skin; chilly gets into your bones. Cold means a parka in the snow, and thin watery sunlight; chilly means trying to type with mittens in your office, and sniffles, and a deadline.
California has chilly. Of all the places I've lived*, northern California does chilly in the biggest way.
*eg Boston
(From a comment elsewhere.)
California has chilly. Of all the places I've lived*, northern California does chilly in the biggest way.
*eg Boston
(From a comment elsewhere.)
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Blech. I can understand being cold in that situation. Not that I didn't before, and I wasn't trying to be a "colder-than-thou", just amused at seeing people who, for the most part, seem unprepared. I've been out there enough to know it gets farging cold.
It's the same reaction I have to people here who seem to forget how to drive in snow.
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Yeah. After another generation or two, every house built shoddily by stoopid people in the fifties will have been lived in by someone with enough extra cash to insulate it. :-)
It's the same reaction I have to people here who seem to forget how to drive in snow.
Yeah. I, too, have stories along these lines...
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My house has two furnaces. The one that works is in the front room with the giant windows. The one that rarely works is near the bedrooms, but rarely works. I'm not sure how well insulated the house is, but with all our glass, it's almost irrelevant. In the summer, we bake, but because a pitched roof was added to this house ten or more years ago, we're happier than our neighbors with flat roofs.
Air conditioner? *snurf*
No. There's not even more than one window a wall one would fit in, and the idea of central air is a strange fantasy.