And now we need our heavy winter coats to go to work. And boots. (Unless you want to high-step to the car through the few inches of snow on the ground.) Everyone has done the winter high step, haven’t they?
You need your chook. (That’s the Yooper word for hat.) You need your gloves, unless you want to scrape your window with exposed bare fingers.
You don’t need a scarf, although you can choose to wear one if you like a little color in your day.
If you wear boots to work, be sure to bring a pair of shoes. Take off the boots and put on the shoes before you tramp snow all over your workplace. Please.
What else might you need in your car, besides your briefcase?
C’mon now, I know you won’t forget.
Don’t forget to take your camera. You never know when an albino deer might decide to slide across the road in front of your car and you’ll have time to grab the camera and pull it out of its case and throw the lens cap in the air and unlock the lens and–don’t forget to turn the camera on–hey, wait, where was that albino deer anyway?
Never mind. It’s a white winter world, Charlie Brown. The white albino deer would just look like more white.
(Someone shot an eight-point white albino buck in Marquette yesterday on the first day of hunting season. Here’s the link for our local TV station: http://www.uppermichiganssource.com/news/story.aspx?id=686936
I’m not much hunter–or a meat eater–although I do adore some people in my life who choose to hunt. I wish the albino buck was still running wild in the woods. I wish it would run free and white in front of my car some day, and the car would miss it, but the camera lens would not.)
Off to work now! Oh, guess what, the husband scraped off the car! Good man. (I do that for him some days. On the days he works and I don’t sometimes I put on Grandma’s snowmobile suit from 1969 and run outside in the frosty cold and scrape.)
Still can’t decide about boots. Maybe high-steppin’ will work this morning…