Showing posts with label Det finnes ikke dårlig vær bare dårlige klær loosely translates There's no such thing as bad weather only an inadequate sweater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Det finnes ikke dårlig vær bare dårlige klær loosely translates There's no such thing as bad weather only an inadequate sweater. Show all posts

Friday, February 7, 2014

How Much is Enough?

I've said it before, and I'll say it again:

There's no such thing as bad weather, only and inadequate "sweater."

Today I wondered about the literal meaning of this loose translation of a Norwegian proverb.


So after my morning walk with Moose, I stepped on the scale outfitted in full gear for double-digits below-zero wind chills. I made a mental note of the weight called "x."

Next I disrobed, stepped on the scale again, and made a mental note of a weight called "y."

It was a simple science-fair sort of project.

How much "bundling up" must one do to keep warm while exercising in the middle of this particular season of Minnesota winter?

My answer:   x-y=18 pounds or 8.16kg

Maybe it's time to update my "sweater?" Or, maybe it's flat out time for a change in weather?

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Snapshots of the Day



"Det finnes ikke dårlig vær, bare dårlige klær."

I thought about this Norwegian rhyme as I walked the dogs today. I ventured outside at noon when the thermometer read -8°F/-20°C—almost subtropical compared to -22°F/-30°C temperature reading at 8 a.m. 

With Norwegian-wool socks warming my feet in my old Sorel boots, snowpants over my insulated wind pants, a hooded sweatshirt and flannel blouse on my upperbody, a fuzzy scarf around my face, gloves covering my hands and a hooded-barncoat zipping in the works, I faced the elements and grasped the Norwegian rhyme which could "very-loosely" translate:


"There's no such thing as bad weather, only an inadequate sweater."


The wind blew. The sun shone.

Even as I walked the Arctic Avenue, I was warm. So warm, in fact, that frost begin to form over my glasses, on my hood and even in my exposed hair.

I held out the camera for a snapshot to see just what kind of havoc this bad weather was wreaking.

I snapped another of wintry way.




At home, I checked my email to find one from my husband who was stationed for the work week in "Sunny Jacksonville." He'd sent me a Florida beach photo. 

"Ouch!" we responded in turn.

Me to him. And him to me, after I sent him my two Snapshots of the Day!