The Midlife

We’ve seen too much of this lately…

Happy Winter, Friends! Or is it? Please feel free to discuss in the comments.

I only wanted one good snowfall this year. That’s it. Nothing too splashy or overdone. Something picturesque and if it resulted in a one-day work closure, great. I’ll take it. Not only did Mother Nature hear me, apparently she put forth enough snow to make up for our last three winters. Thanks?

When the weather folks were coin tossing about the estimated snow fall counts, I made a beeline to the grocery store for essentials. And so did everyone else considering this a rewind back to the pandemic. Apparently lots of people thought their bowels would be moving constantly, and they required a restock to their end-of-days bunker with canned goods fueling them until 2048.

All in all, in my area of the world, we had about seven inches of snow, but the below freezing temperatures (and subsequent freezing rain) has caused this snow to linger and linger. The beautiful winter postcard of pristine flakes has turned to large ice blocks tainted a trifecta of gray, black, and yellow. My zaftig frame can stand on the ice unscathed and craft a makeshift skating rink for fun. Weeeee. Hold on joints.

I feel most sorry for my pets (and pretty much anyone who has a pet) having to walk through snow and ice in a mad search for any spot for your dog to find relief. And while my housing development has signs posted quite prominently for pet owners to Please pick up after your pets! or Your pets are welcome, as long as one of you cleans up, rising wind chills make these signs a mere suggestion. I must admit I have been 89% good about it, but if dropping a waste bag to the dumpster will result in Mama Going Boom Boom Pow, let the (poop) chips fall where they may.

Unfortunately, this snow storm and the accompanying wind chills and low temperatures made it more work and less fun for my kid to sled in. Did it stop her? No. Did it stop my husband? Also, no. Did it stop me? Hard yes. But I was there “back at the lodge” to have warm food and drink upon their cold and wet return.

Catch me inside crocheting and making a bunch of goofy crafts that will end up as someone’s birthday or Christmas present. That’s me. I don’t need to test velocity on a steep hill and wind up in the street, severely hurt. But please send my regards to the outdoors and snap a picture of your frolic. I’ll even post it on Instagram.

And while the storm is over and the aftermath of snow remains in boulder-like slabs, I’ll be inside trying to mop away the salt, which never seems to go away and has formed a hazy film on my floors. It’s OK. I’ll take care of it, and then switch from my daytime pajamas to my mid-day pajamas and fluffy socks.

So, dear reader. Tell me what you like to do when you are snow-homebound. Does it include watching the Winter Olympics? Because although I initially was not interested, my feelings changed as I got sucked in watching the luge competitors. How about you?

Counting down the days until Spring … Sincerely, Me. P.S. Please share and subscribe. Thanks!