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Comfort Zone

Osprey - 5-16-2012 at 08:57 AM

Measure the Pleasure


If you let your mind drift back in time; 1,000, 5,000, 50,000 years, if you have the capacity to imagine only two things, who and where you are, you’ll experience some discomfort from the local weather. You don’t really have to go back that far but I want to make sure the reader sees the grand and terrifying difference between our current comfort zones and those we would endure by virtue of temporal and spatial happenstance.

I know it’s hard to imagine what it might have been like to endure sub zero weather for months with little opportunity to do anything but survive – few readers will have run the Iditarod or spent a winter in the Rockies wearing nothing but a bear-skin cape. But we don’t all have to have been professional survivalists to know how to measure the pleasure of the end of temperature pain and danger.

Who has not lingered under a steaming shower after a morning of shoveling snow and not conceived the feeling is unique because it was earned by the equal discomfort of a blinding blizzard with you in the center? Maybe many of you enjoy so much more that swim in the lake, that coffee in front of the hearth, the soothing cool that blows down upon you on your bed beneath the mini-split because your memory of the raw underside of conditions is deep or fresh or special.

We don’t have a “Living Room” at my house in the tropics. We likewise don’t face caveman weather – days in the summer swing from 80s to mid 90s while most winters swing from the 50s to the 70s. So I really don’t face much weather pain – hardly have a need to imagine a month that was a little click rougher. I have to reach way back to days spent in the swamps of Florida, early morning hunting for chukar in the mountains of northern Nevada, sleeping bag teeth chattering chill on the Mogollon Rim in Arizona.

I guess I’m a wuss, not nearly a caveman. My summertime ritual after a morning fishing near my home tells the tale; soon as the boat is on the beach, I’m in the water and my fishing pals have to drag me out for the final drive up the hill to my place to clean the fish and share a Bloody Mary. Then I get a chance at that long cold shower before my siesta.

tiotomasbcs - 5-17-2012 at 05:53 PM

I love that morning shower after morning activitiess! Luego. Morning Siesta. Hobbitt nap. Especialy when it gets hot. Agree. Tio

Udo - 5-17-2012 at 07:35 PM

I LOVE your Bloody Marys, buddy!

AND...I know where your living room is!

Your comfort zone is about as good as it gets!

woody with a view - 5-17-2012 at 08:25 PM

i don't believe a word of it! in fact, i demand another re-telling of the man-eating-dolphin amusement park attraction. summer is coming and the tourist beware.....

i need a good chuckle at someone's expense, Osprey!

The Biggest Chuckle Of All

DavidE - 5-18-2012 at 09:36 AM

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Originally posted by woody with a view
i don't believe a word of it! in fact, i demand another re-telling of the man-eating-dolphin amusement park attraction. summer is coming and the tourist beware.....

i need a good chuckle at someone's expense, Osprey!


Political Bickering From The Fog In The USA

Osprey - 5-18-2012 at 10:49 AM

David, cornbread and bumper cars. What's your political take on that?

vandenberg - 5-18-2012 at 10:57 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by Osprey
Measure the Pleasure


Then I get a chance at that long cold shower before my siesta.


Cold shower :?::?:

No cold showers to be had here in Loreto between roughly middle of June till the end of October.
Lukewarm at best.:biggrin::biggrin: