I’ve put off writing this, because I’m one of those people that really tries not to complain about things that I can’t change. And this is definitely one of those things I can’t change, although trust me, I definitely would if I could.
OK, here it is: I’M SICK OF WINTER. Seriously, I’m not sure how much more I can take, although actually, I guess we’ll all find out because, like I said, there’s not a flippin’ thing I can do about it.
But because blogging is sometimes about venting my spleen a bit (sorry for the gross metaphor), I just needed to get this off my chest and every other part of my body.
The icy finger of winter has surely given us all that it’s got this year. In past years, I always welcomed spring with open arms. Although that whole melting-still-cold-dirty-streets thing isn’t the best. And if, like me, you own a long-haired dog, you might actually miss the cold, dry and frigid days when you don’t walk back in your house with a dripping canine mop.
Nevertheless, I miss being able to smell. I miss green. I miss wearing less than two layers of clothing. I miss being able to wear the same shoes inside as I do outside. I miss wanting to go for walks. I miss the outdoors, and if you know me, you’ll know that this is a landmark statement coming from an avowed pop culture addict and couch potato!
I know there are lots of you that are enjoying the winter. I’m happy for you, really, because I do believe that you’ve gotten shafted in the past few years. I hope you are skiing, snowmobiling, sledding and showshoeing to your hearts’ delight. I’m even glad that our kids got a couple of long-awaited snow/frigid days off of school.
But I’m ready. I’m ready for a change of seasons. I really do love every season, but I’ve pretty much wrung every last ounce of wintery fun out of this one and I’m quite anxious to move on. How about you?
