Out and about today, I noticed it's warmed up a lot. The hard snice underfoot has become a messy brown slush (which I like to call 'slown') and I even took off my hat for *several minutes* without my ears hurting too much.
Swaddled in a scarf, hat, and under a good five layers the other day, Ming Yue laughed at me, saying it was obvious I was from out-of-town. I don't know how locals do it, but even without scarves and hats, they seem to get along their daily business just fine.
As I've said before it's too easy, and much too much of a cliché to continually ramble on about the weather, so one last comment before the Ice City melts into the City Paved With Slown.
The sport compulsory in middle-school here is not football, not rugby, not even table-tennis, badminton, weight-lifting, or Wu Shu but... ice-skating. Skating on ice.
Setting aside my opinion that that's not even a real sport - and I can't really talk because snooker/pool was offered as a Games option when I was at school - that fact just blows my mind.
[Edit: Just as I hit Publish, a TV program pops up on HLJTV - the local station. Schoolkids in uniform are skiing, a group of dancers does 'jazz hands' while sliding down a slope, and families are competing in what I can best describe as pushing-an-enormous-ball-of-ice-up-and-down-a-track. Coming to an Olympics near you soon.]
[Second Edit: Something else I've noticed about local TV. They love getting Westerners on telly saying stuff in (invariably poorly-accented) Mandarin. And when I say stuff, I mean anything - reading out New Year's greetings, advertising medicine, reading out a recipe... Maybe I can get me a job doing that?]
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