Sunday, January 23, 2011
The winds practically pushed me all the way home. Still I hadn’t had my fill by the time I got back. I traded in my Tim’s hat for a Pang hat and my mittens for gloves and headed out like a child to play in the snow. It only took seconds for my face to freeze over and in order to capture a picture of myself I had to take my glove off. It took twenty minutes to get the feeling back in my hand. I couldn’t feel anything. As soon as I remembered how much I love having fingers, I had visions flash through my mind of CPR and first aid training. I remembered the signs and progression of frost bite and convinced myself to head for shelter.
Before going inside I looked down at my bakers pants and shoes and laughed, thinking of the commercial where two polar bears are talking to each other but you can’t see anything other than their eyes and noses because they blend in with their white out surroundings. I blend in here in my baker’s whites just as well as any polar bear.