I was just outside our RV, taking Spyro the boy dog for a brief late-nite visit to the Oleanders bordering the shuffleboard court, and realized it’s absolutely freezing out there. The cold winter has exacerbated and what our inside guage registers outside as 32 degrees is more like 15 or 20 given the wind-chill factor. It has been cold for about 24 hours and looks to continue even colder for a couple more days. This of course is very abnormal for Casa Grande (AZ) where we winter. It does get cool here, yes, but nothing like this. It’s to the point that the park maintenance crew had to bundle up every potted and flowering pot and there are seemingly  hundreds. And still the truly frigid temps and winds haven’t stopped people from enjoying themselves. This afternoon I went to the pickleball courts to run some errand and, yes, there was another round-robin starting up, the men’s 3.0 I believe, a hardy group indeed, getting ready to play pickleball in biting breezes wearing long-johns, jeans and gloves. Amazing…I’m not sure if it’s more of a testimony to the fanatical addictive powers of pickleball or just the tougher-than-nails attitudes of the people playing the game. But me, I’m cranking up the heater another notch and staying in.