It's a confusing and frustrating time of year. It's also repeated every year. You'd think we should be okay with it, but we aren't.
All I'm hearing is how it's Spring, so why isn't it Spring? It's too cold out, it keeps snowing. While I'm sick of hearing it, it's coming out of my mouth as well. I keep trying to remind myself that last year was worse. It was colder with more snow.
So to celebrate the fact that winter is not over (in fact, I just heard there are snowfall warnings for tonight), I am going to write a post about the thing that is most tiring me out. The weather. I'm so sick of it that I need to write about it to get it out of my system.
Two weeks ago, the snow melted. I wore a skirt one day. I wore sandals a couple of days. Now, I will get frost bite if I wear sandals (I THINK that's an exaggeration). I'm back to the boots and the stupid STUPID socks. I haven't gotten back to the winter coat, but it may come.
Last Tuesday I sat on a patio.
A week later, I was shovelling snow off my car.
This entire blog entry is to get my complaining out. It probably won't work, but for now, I'm hoping it will. This lack of sun is starting to get to me.
As I've said, I do usually love winter, and this year, I don't. I'm ready for no socks, sun, sandals, BBQ's and fun.
Okay, thanks for listening to my complaints. I realise I choose to live here which means I can't complain... but has that theory ever really stopped anybody? I can't afford to just live in the warm places.
Tomorrow... will be cheery. I promise.