Do you remember as a kid when you knew just what to expect from a season? I could always count on being able to wear my new Easter hat to church in spring. Summer would bring days of sunshine with the occasional rainy one. Fall would bring lots of crisp, blustery days that gradually turned colder. And winter would bring snow, snow, snow. It would snow; chains went on the tires because the snow would stay; and sledding was a daily activity.
After a green, 8 deg Celsius (46 deg F) Christmas Day, winter finally arrived the first week of January with a small snow fall. We fell into a deep freeze almost all last week. Then it warmed up and it rained. We had a covering of snow Sunday night. And it turned cold again.
My morning starts an extra 15 min early to deal with the slow drive down river, watching for black ice on those shady turns. And my afternoon drive home is one where everything stays on in the car -- hat, mittens, scarf -- because I don't feel the heater until I round the corner for my street!
My day today? I'm sitting at work. (Well yeah: I'm skiving off at work!) It was super slippery this morning. But now it's lovely as it's warmed up from -17 Cel (1.5 F) to -8 Cel (17 F). And that means I'll be able to feel heat on my tootsies and remove my hat by the half way mark home. I think they blame it on Global warming.
My way of dealing with it is to just roll with the punches. There's nothing we can do to change it, and I refuse to put the time and energy into complaining about what "IS".
There are plenty of other things to complain about. Plus, I do enjoy being able to say "Oh, sorry! I can't drive/attend/assist etc because of the weather". And then I just eat hot soup, bake muffins and generally "shlump" on the couch ....
- with a good book (currently reading "The Town That Forgot How To Breathe)
- or with my friend, Mr Television. (I'm enjoying some of the new programming that's started this season.)