Feb 7, 201409:37 AM
Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

Winter Madness

This cold weather can go away now, please.

A fountain on Loyola University's campus

Laura Beatty

This weather needs to stop, like, immediately. I hate discussing the weather; I truly do. It’s boring mindless chitchat, and we have better things to talk about in New Orleans. We could be talking about who makes the best King Cakes or what parades we’re most looking forward to (Dong Phuong and either Krewe du Vieux or Le Krewe d’Etat for me). We could be talking about what good restaurants have opened recently or the effects gentrification is having on home prices or the trial of the former mayor. God, at this point, I would even welcome a discussion about the Super Bowl halftime show or that “controversial” Coke ad. But no. All we can talk about is this bizarre weather.

My friends in St. Louis and Chicago and Omaha point out that I can’t complain about 28 degrees when it’s been -20 there for weeks. But honestly, it’s not the cold, although I do hate the cold and moved here largely to escape it. It’s the craziness.

And this is one more time when having a kid who goes back and forth between two homes is just plain crappy. It was 65 degrees last Monday, but I forced Ruby to take her down jacket to school that morning because her dad was picking her up that afternoon. She was in short sleeves, and I was in flip-flops, and she thought I was crazy. “Trust me,” I said, shoving her pink coat into her backpack, feathers flying everywhere, and by the next day, it had dropped 40 degrees and was sleeting.

We had two “snow days” in which no truly discernible snow fell, but I was happy to be inside, off work, eating soup in my flannel PJ pants and watching the newscasters report on nothing while I caught up on the laundry. My stepson managed to scrape up enough snow to make a small snowball. Ruby was pretty jaded after her recent trip to St. Louis, where she got to sled and build a huge snowman, but she still humored us as we oohed and ahhed at icicles. Thursday was chilly; and Friday was balmy; and by Saturday, I was back in flip-flops drinking an iced coffee. And then yesterday, it sleeted again! But this weekend? 60s and sunny.

What is going on?

I don’t mind a cold snap. I can even handle a cold winter. I hated winters in Missouri, but I survived 10 of them before moving home. At least then, you could reliably count on needing your coat – and scarf and hat and gloves and boots and extra socks – every day from November to late March. It sucked, but it sucked in a predictable way. This madness, where one day I am wearing a tank top and less than 24 hours later I am trapped in the house with the streets iced over, this is making me nuts (more so than usual).

Right now, it is a reasonable temperature for this time of year. I hope it lasts. I don’t mind a snow day or two, but it’s Carnival season, and really, we all have better things to do.

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Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

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Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.

She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.

Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.

Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."

She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.

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