The Big Freeze
“Oh My Gosh! It’s FREEZING!” My teeth chattered as I forced myself to peek out from under the covers at 8:00 am this morning.
Noah moaned and pulled the comforters tighter around him. Our friend and carpenter, Mark arrived on his bike, shivering, hands frozen, and concerned that he may have “cold-burned” his lungs on the 30 minute bike ride to our house. My visiting student, Annabel, emerged from her room, quaking, and asked to borrow a sweatshirt and wool socks. Although she is from Iowa, she has been staying in our home on the Big Island of Hawaii for three weeks, and apparently has adapted to our climate. My neighbor’s mother hesitantly crept out of her home when she heard me checking on our chickens. She was bundled in a thick robe and exasperatedly exclaimed, “has it EVER been this cold in Hawaii?”
“Not in the eight years I’ve lived here!”, I sighed. Hearing a rustle to my left, I noticed Noah had put on extra layers and was examining his prized pepper plants. “I was hoping they weren’t ruined by frost!” He said with great concern. Our children’s beloved guinea pigs had been living in a make-shift pen for the past several days and I did not want to be the one to discover their tiny, frozen corpses, so I sent Mark to do the deed.
I was thrilled when he said that both animals were alive and seemed unharmed by the frosty climate. My friend Devin called and reported that he had slept under all of his covers while wearing a hoodie and socks.
It was about then, that Annabel decided to look up the temperature in Pahoa, Hawaii. Certain that we had approached similar tundra-like conditions to the mid-west, we waited in anticipation for the, “nearing zero degree” announcement.
We huddled together on the couch preparing for the big news.
Annabel stared, confused momentarily, before bursting into laughter.
“Guys…. it’s 66 degrees.”