Tennis at 5

It's 5 Celsius outside or 41 for the Fahrenheit folks, and I'm feeling pretty soft. After dawning long sleeve t, short sleeve t, fleece sweatshirt, fleece vest, and touque I am now ready to play some tennis. I always knew living in California would make me a bit soft when it comes to real weather. I'm ashamed to say it's made me this soft. I swear I remember Canadian winters and what they felt like, and that plus 5 was like a sign to shed the coats and most if not all layers and enjoy weather that felt like the beginning of spring. So when I'm out at De Vesi Tennis club and blowing hot air on my fingers in between swings where I can feel my back tighten up from being chilled, I just don't feel that Canadian anymore. And then the Irish show up, Paddy - 1 pair short white tennis shorts - and 1 sweatshirt, Connor - 1 pair sweatpants and cutoff t-shirt, Niall - 1 pair short white tennis shorts - and 1 sweatshirt. Paddy and Niall must have talked before the match. Did I mention Kate or Kathy as she's known out here, Uncle Bill is the lone user of Kathy. Which Kate/Katy/Katherine/anything but Kathy hasn't corrected him on. Anyway she was wearing. Pants, short-sleeve, sweatshirt, down-vest, 1 wool scarf, 3/4 length Black Pea coat, 1 baseball cap, and lets not forget matching black leather gloves. Much to Kate's credit, the gloves came off early and so did the 3/4 length coat. And I suppose I took a little comfort in knowing that at first glance you could tell I wasn't born in California.

How was the tennis?
Myles: "oh grand yeah...lovely little match"
Niall: "nice little knockabout"
Mark: "good"
Kate: "cold"