Monday, February 11, 2013
It's mid-February, the most hap-hap-happiest time of the year. I hope my facetiousness is shining through bright and clear.
(And I have no clue why I'm breaking into rhyme, but I'm blaming the weather for my insanity).
We had another big dumping of snow last Friday. It was tame compared to what most of the East Coast got, yet it was still a prohibitive amount even by our standards. By this time, we have so much snow accumulation, we go outside with fists raised when it starts to snow, and yell, "Bring it on, bring it ON".
Talking to the elements is generally the first symptom of Cabin Fever. It's all downhill from here, skis optional.
All joking aside, this winter feels interminable. For the first time, we've actually uttered the words, "We should sell the farm, move some place warm, some place mild...temperate...sunny", as our voices trail off.
Believe me when I say I revel in the change of seasons. I love spring, summer, fall...and...wait for it...winter. But this year, we've had a prohibitively cold winter. A snowy winter. A windy winter. This morning, it was -8C and it was RAINING - the kind of rain that hits your windshield and freezes instantly. The only antidote is to crank your car heater full-bore, super-heating your car to ensure you can look out the windshield. Of course, you're in your winter regalia: a down coat, a sweater, a muffler wrapped three time around your neck, and a pair of shearling gloves. You reach your destination stifled, over-heated and parched, silently cursing this infernal season.
I don't know what the antidote is. Maybe it would be a week down south. Maybe it would pass if I didn't have to leave the house until April. I went out for a nice long walk with Cooper yesterday, about 6 kilometers over the fields. It was beautiful outside, but when I got back, I felt like I'd over-done it.
This morning, even Cooper stood at the top of the stairs and let out a long, protracted high-pitched whine, the kind he makes when he's hurting. I know just how he feels. I felt the same way, buddy.