I feel like I should get something out in the open. I want you to get a true feel for who I am and you can’t do that unless you know there is something I despise with my entire being. I always tell my children never to use the word hate, unless we’re talking about this.
This thing. This thing that makes me want to stay in bed, tucked safely under my blankets, this thing that makes me never want to leave my house and makes me want to, literally, run away to the other side of the country just so I can get away from it.
This thing is winter. I know there are a lot of people who enjoy the change of seasons and blah, blah, blah, but if you’re trying to sell me on the upside to a visit from Jack Frost, you can save your breath. Jack Frost can bite me. And, you know that snowman? He’s not called abominable for nothing.
There is the cold, slushy-muddy mess, the illnesses which rear their ugly heads and the not being able to walk out the door without everyone putting on socks, shoes, hats, coats and gloves.
There are no barbeques in winter. There is no reason to say, “A cold beer sounds great right now”. There are no lazy days at the pool, or drawing chalk butterflies on the driveway. There are no bike rides, no camping, no catching lightning bugs.
Winter is cold and boring and LOOOOOOONG. And, right now all I can think about is how many days are left until spring.
So, if you live in Arizona and don’t mind a house guest…drop me a line. Please.
I’ll bring the cold beer.