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I found this little ditty online some place and in lieu of the first
snow of the year and the full realization that its November and
wintertime, I found it quite appropriate. Also, its more or less
what I felt this morning as the temperature continued to drop until
this evening, and while I attempted to walk to class in merely a
sweatshirt (hell, it would've been fine if it had remained a chilly 40
or so degrees the rest of the day) while the wind nearly blew me over
and I attempted to sheild my face from the rain which turned to sleet
which turned to snow. Perhaps its about time to start checking
the weather report before I head out in the morning. I don't want
to be caught without proper dress again. One day in the year was
enough to teach me. Anyway, on to the passage:
"If someone asks me how I'm doing today, my response is invariably, "Terrible." That response either takes people off-guard, or they don't seem to notice that I said something other than of the affirmative.
While "terrible" may be an overstatement considering the relative luxury I live in (i.e. a roof over my head, a car, a closet full of clothes, and money in the bank), it's how anyone would feel standing outside in 16 degree weather, with a wind chill that made it feel around 0 degrees, in tights and ballet slippers (still waiting on my Eskimo-certified Mukluks I bought on eBay), for twenty minutes (the bus was late).
Add to that a nauseous stomach that nearly kept me home in bed and kept me up for hours the previous night.
Then consider that my car doors were frozen shut due to the lethal combination of rain and snow that began the night before. I normally wouldn't have minded having to hop through the hatchback trunk of my car to get inside; it's become a ridiculous rite of passage that declares the winter season for me every year. But my upset stomach made it feel like an unnecessary, mean-spirited joke played on me by my old friend and enemy, Minnesota Winter. As I sprawled my length across the front seats of my car, pushing my feet at one end and my shoulder at the other to crack the ice that held the car doors frozen shut, I wondered where that lovely first snow was. Why was it that instead of coming in like the wool of a gentle lamb, the first snow has to hit us with the bitter frigidity of an ice cream headache?
Oh Minnesota Winter, you old cad, you've got me again."
Yes, yes, I know. I do not live in Minnesota. This is Michigan, and though I've never actually been to Minnesota, as of my experience today, and the description above, I'm beginning to see some similarities.
But lets not forget about the many lovely things that winter brings: Thanksgiving, Christmas, presents, parties, decorations, wonderful crisp mornings with brightbright sunshine, cookies and other baked goods, hot cocoa, fires, snowmen.....the list goes on. So don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm against the winter or the cold, for, in fact, I am not. I'm just opposed to the first day and first signs of winter. Once it sets in, its fine. We just have to find some sort of way to get over the first day of crap. You should work on that and get back to me.
"If someone asks me how I'm doing today, my response is invariably, "Terrible." That response either takes people off-guard, or they don't seem to notice that I said something other than of the affirmative.
While "terrible" may be an overstatement considering the relative luxury I live in (i.e. a roof over my head, a car, a closet full of clothes, and money in the bank), it's how anyone would feel standing outside in 16 degree weather, with a wind chill that made it feel around 0 degrees, in tights and ballet slippers (still waiting on my Eskimo-certified Mukluks I bought on eBay), for twenty minutes (the bus was late).
Add to that a nauseous stomach that nearly kept me home in bed and kept me up for hours the previous night.
Then consider that my car doors were frozen shut due to the lethal combination of rain and snow that began the night before. I normally wouldn't have minded having to hop through the hatchback trunk of my car to get inside; it's become a ridiculous rite of passage that declares the winter season for me every year. But my upset stomach made it feel like an unnecessary, mean-spirited joke played on me by my old friend and enemy, Minnesota Winter. As I sprawled my length across the front seats of my car, pushing my feet at one end and my shoulder at the other to crack the ice that held the car doors frozen shut, I wondered where that lovely first snow was. Why was it that instead of coming in like the wool of a gentle lamb, the first snow has to hit us with the bitter frigidity of an ice cream headache?
Oh Minnesota Winter, you old cad, you've got me again."
Yes, yes, I know. I do not live in Minnesota. This is Michigan, and though I've never actually been to Minnesota, as of my experience today, and the description above, I'm beginning to see some similarities.
But lets not forget about the many lovely things that winter brings: Thanksgiving, Christmas, presents, parties, decorations, wonderful crisp mornings with brightbright sunshine, cookies and other baked goods, hot cocoa, fires, snowmen.....the list goes on. So don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm against the winter or the cold, for, in fact, I am not. I'm just opposed to the first day and first signs of winter. Once it sets in, its fine. We just have to find some sort of way to get over the first day of crap. You should work on that and get back to me.