Winter Fantasies

I started my day early this morning (5 a.m.) and situated myself, as usual, at the dining room table which is directly in line-of-sight to our outside temperature gauge. We are experiencing a deep freeze here in New England. After weeks of this winter weather, I thought I couldn’t get more depressed. I was wrong. Right before my eyes I watched the temp move downwards from -8 degrees to -9 degrees outside. The old adage of it being coldest before the dawn seems to actually be true.

Now I realize it is not -9 in the house but I still am wrapping myself in another blanket. I cannot seem to get warm.  MS does not like extremes in temperature and I can vouch for that because my body is telling me that it is so. It is stiff and creaky. So what to do? I guess I could try to think positively. There has got to be a good side to winter.  I unthawed my brain and came up with a few things to consider:

1) When the tree branches outside my window are laden with snow, it makes for beautiful post-card scenery.

2) The deep snow on the lawn hopefully will reduce the tick population come spring. I pray this is so because I detest those things especially when they hop on my cat and come inside.

3) Misery loves company and we all have lots of posts on Facebook complaining about our mutual loathing of the weather.

4) We collectively hate the folks who are posting from beaches down South who are fakely commiserating with friends up North!

5) When summer does arrive and we’re no longer wearing layered, bulky clothes, we’ll feel like we’ve slimmed down 10 or 15 pounds with absolutely no effort on our part.

6) We like staying indoors sipping a mug of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.

7) Folks cuddling to keep warm now will produce beautiful babies in September or October.

OK, that last one isn’t a sure thing, but when we hear that someone we know is expecting a bundle of joy this autumn, we’ll know that the #7 Winter-Coping Skill was used. Unless they got away from this weather and vacationed in a warmer climate…then I don’t know what coping skill they were using.

The only thing I can do now is to move that darn temperature gauge out of my sight, get more blankets, a hot drink, and dream warm dreams of summer.


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