Remeber Eric Roberts in "The Pope of Greenwich Village" when they took his thumb?
That's how I feel about the five degrees they took from me. They said Sunday would be 50 degrees and now they are saying 45.
I try not to pay attention, but I heard it and I was hopeful, now I'm a mixed bag and searching for a path to acceptance. This is a bullshit time of year. I can hunker down and accept Winter, make the best of it. When March comes I try to ignore it altogether.
When I was a kid, March was all in like a lion, out like a lamb -- but that has not held true during my grown up years, so I try not to fall for it. Plus, when I was a kid I knew how to have fun in any season, so if gloom and cold held, I got a jacket or rain gear and got on with it. When I am older, I will Winter in Arizona or some other warm place. For now?
For now I try to divorce myself from reality as best I can. When it gets a little warm and that melted snow/spring smell hits me, I do everything I can to keep the excitement low in order to keep the information from the part of me that will believe that winter is over. I can't just enjoy the moment, it's too crushing when the cold returns and we go back to lock down. In winter mode I can handle the cold -- but once I'm out of winter mode I'm like Jessie the Yodelin Cowgirl from Toy Story 2, "I won't go back in the box!"
Who am I kidding, I'm out -- I've already jumped the gun and now I'm going mental. Last weekend we had a day warm enough to create the smell of mud. When it was back down to twenty something Monday -- I was pissed as I pumped my gas in the fricken freezing cold -- what was it, a wind chill of minus 70? Crap.
I try not to pay attention, but I heard it and I was hopeful, now I'm a mixed bag and searching for a path to acceptance. This is a bullshit time of year. I can hunker down and accept Winter, make the best of it. When March comes I try to ignore it altogether.
When I was a kid, March was all in like a lion, out like a lamb -- but that has not held true during my grown up years, so I try not to fall for it. Plus, when I was a kid I knew how to have fun in any season, so if gloom and cold held, I got a jacket or rain gear and got on with it. When I am older, I will Winter in Arizona or some other warm place. For now?
For now I try to divorce myself from reality as best I can. When it gets a little warm and that melted snow/spring smell hits me, I do everything I can to keep the excitement low in order to keep the information from the part of me that will believe that winter is over. I can't just enjoy the moment, it's too crushing when the cold returns and we go back to lock down. In winter mode I can handle the cold -- but once I'm out of winter mode I'm like Jessie the Yodelin Cowgirl from Toy Story 2, "I won't go back in the box!"
Who am I kidding, I'm out -- I've already jumped the gun and now I'm going mental. Last weekend we had a day warm enough to create the smell of mud. When it was back down to twenty something Monday -- I was pissed as I pumped my gas in the fricken freezing cold -- what was it, a wind chill of minus 70? Crap.
posted by kim at
10:06 AM
6 Comments:
just break out of your shell and move on down here to sunny glorious austin tx. the springs are magnificent and warm. i've been running outside in shorts and t or tank since early february. come on down!!!
Okay.
Fuck that. So it's cold, and gray, AND drizzly, big deal. All that does is make you appreciate the sweet, sweet summer once it arrives all the more.
I put it to you that we, here in the frozen midwest have the best experience of summer. We soak in every second of warm golden sunlight and give thanks for those few percious weeks where we can go swimming, walk barefoot in the grass and doze off to the gentle choir of crickets.
Shorts in Febuary? That just makes you spoiled.
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Yeah!
I bet all those chumps born in places like Hawaii don't even know what they've got -- I bet they wake up everyday and say, "Oh no, not paradise AGAIN."
Suckers!
That's just it, they don't. You really think they realize "golly, another day in paradise? Fuck-a-no. They bitch about how hot it is, or the tourists or the damn volcano going off again. It's the tourists that recognize paradise.
Ok, end transmission!
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