Snowy Winter
Write what you really think and mean, not what you think you should think and not what you thought you would think and not what you hope it will mean, but what is really authentic and true.
Susan Orlean, from Advicetowriters.com
(Day Eight)
It snowed again today. Not the 5-11 inches they said we might get, but enough that Michael had to shovel twice and Clyde had snow in his fur after each of his hourly romps outside.
This weekend's weather brings it to more than 52 inches of snow this winter, making 2013-2014 the snowiest winter in Indianapolis history. I don't mind the snow that much, though there have been a few too many slow, icy drives to and from work for my liking. It's the cold that gets to me. There are mornings where I step out of the door and immediately feel the air stinging my legs through my jeans; that expression about the cold or winter "biting" has a lot of truth to it. Negative temperatures are physically painful. They make my joints in my hands hurt, like I'm a 80-year old woman.
Add the cold temperatures and the snowy drives to the fact that the weather has kept me from doing anything outside in forever, and you've got a pretty depressing winter. I feel like a bear that's been hibernating, growing faton my couch in my cave eating Valentine's Day chocolate and watching Scandal eating nuts and whatever else bears eat. It also makes it really hard to get out of bed in the morning when it's so comfy and warm under the covers but so cold out of them.
At least I've gotten some cool winter pictures:
A foggy evening out back by the creek.
Icicles off the front porch.
Blizzarding.
Susan Orlean, from Advicetowriters.com
(Day Eight)
It snowed again today. Not the 5-11 inches they said we might get, but enough that Michael had to shovel twice and Clyde had snow in his fur after each of his hourly romps outside.
This weekend's weather brings it to more than 52 inches of snow this winter, making 2013-2014 the snowiest winter in Indianapolis history. I don't mind the snow that much, though there have been a few too many slow, icy drives to and from work for my liking. It's the cold that gets to me. There are mornings where I step out of the door and immediately feel the air stinging my legs through my jeans; that expression about the cold or winter "biting" has a lot of truth to it. Negative temperatures are physically painful. They make my joints in my hands hurt, like I'm a 80-year old woman.
Add the cold temperatures and the snowy drives to the fact that the weather has kept me from doing anything outside in forever, and you've got a pretty depressing winter. I feel like a bear that's been hibernating, growing fat
At least I've gotten some cool winter pictures:
A foggy evening out back by the creek.
Icicles off the front porch.
The house at night.
Taking the Christmas tree out to the woods.
It's March now and winter has to be drawing to a close, but I know it's going to do it in an agonizingly slow manner. Hey, more time to drink hot chocolate, right?