Winter is usually my favourite season,
but even I am reaching my breaking point.
When is it going to warm up?
Okay, I do not actually mind the snow,
in fact I much prefer the snow than the disgusting brown goop – the
mixture of mud, slush, dirt and a winter's worth of unburied dog
excrement – that shows up each spring.
However, I am so sick of the cold. I
am sick of wearing three layers of sweaters inside my house; I am
sick of putting on my large, shapeless, yet remarkably warm coat
every time I have to leave the house; I am sick of stomping around in
boots that look like something astronauts wear; I am sick of being
stuck inside my house because breathing while outside causes my nose
hairs to freeze; and I am sick of getting fat, because I am trying to
help heat the house by baking more.
I would like to pause this winter rant
by thanking my parents for insisting that I learned to ski when I was
little. If it was not for skiing, this winter would SUCK.
I am so very happy that my daughter
LOVES to ski; it allows my family to do something fun, and outside in
the winter. Also, since skiing is mainly a weekend activity, and
there are really not that that many great weekends to ski each year,
it does help make time fly a little bit.
So instead of: Oh crap! What do you
mean there are three more weeks of winter!!!
It becomes: Drat! Only three more good
ski days left... sigh...
Maybe I should hold off on hoping to
finally put the winter gear away, and instead I should pull it all
out, pack up and try to hit the slopes a couple more times before I
start complaining about the summer heat, and dreaming about snow
again.
Oh... screw that ... I am still not
going to stop dreaming about a nice tropical beach vacation.
How are you beating the winter blues?
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