I have had just about enough of snow and cold and rain and …
Well, you get the point. I had to cancel my poor little boy’s big birthday bash because of the weather on Sunday.
Needless to say, he was bitterly disappointed.
Of course we did postpone it until next week when I’m sure another snowstorm will hit. I also haven’t made it to church in six weeks because of either illness or snow.
I just want life to get back to normal, to be able to get into my car without worrying what the road ahead is like, whether I will perish because of black ice or unplowed roads.
Actually we all were rather spoiled by the mild winter beforehand. Now it feels like we have all lived in Siberia foreva!
I hate wearing coats, I can’t stand my hair standing up because of static, I loathe slushy boats. I despise wet, dirty rugs.
Dry skin annoys me, cold floors make me want to cry, taking out the trash is like a trek across the frozen north.
O r the land of Hoth from “Star Wars.”
I keep expecting some snow monster to jump out at me from behind the pines in my yard.
Not to mention that my car is one giant pillar of salt.
And if my windshield gets hit with another burst of gunk from a passing semi, I may never be able to see out of it again.
Oh how I long for the car wash again, which I visited when we went through a spell of 50-degree weather, which tricked us all and made us think the spring had sprung.
Ha! Nature and the car wash owners had the last laugh.
What good is a spot free wax if it get obscured by salt and grime?
Another thing that bugs me about winter are the mountains of dirty snow piles in large parking lots. Can’t they be disposed of in some way? They and eyesores to the extreme, big dirty sullen globs of snow, there to mock us and remind us that March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb, or in the part of the country, in like a lion, out like Chewbacca.
The weather is cold and blustery clear up until June, then it becomes blisteringly hot.
OK I’m just asking for a happy medium somewhere, please!
Although I would prefer 90 plus degrees to snow and ice.
I guess I’m just a child of sun.
I need sun. I need grass. I need to open the windows.
I need to run freely through the valley wearing a flowing white robe and a wreath of daises on my head!
Well not really, but you understand what I mean.
Don’t mind me today. I’m just huddled near my clattering space heater with frozen feet and dry skin.
And I’m not wearing a flowing white robe.