Iowa is Really Cold in Winter

Aunt Paula's corner

My chariot.

It is damn cold in Iowa. Today, January 1, 2008, it was generally between 6-9 degrees and WINDY while I was walking precincts. (Thank god, "walking" precincts in the upper-middle class neighborhoods I was in meant walking from the car to the front door and back.) I also forgot the long-johns dad so earnestly reminded me to bring. My solution? I wore my KC Chiefs pajama pants under my jeans all day. Not bad.

Also, thank god for mom and dad's GPS thingy. It's kind of like playing a video game as you ride around. Paula tells me it was dubbed "Penelope" during her trip with mom to Arkansas last summer. Penelope is my new love--sorry, Cass. I do a LOT of driving, and she has unfailingly told me where to go--except once on the way to Dubuque where she told me I was driving through a lake rather than on Route 151. Rest assured, my minivan-chariot is not amphibious.