There has been a lot of hating on Mother Nature lately.
My super strong and intuitive ninja skills tells me it has something to do with it being the coldest February on record in Cleveland since 1871. Or maybe it was our local newspaper, The Plain Dealer, where I gleaned that tidbit of information. ‘Eh, I prefer to believe my super powers were responsible.
Perhaps the ten days of negative temperatures last month alone, which is a click unusual for us Farenheit folks, is grating on people’s nerves or more realistically chaffing their knickers. The air is really dry here, to the point where Astroglide might make a good over all body lotion. I’d seriously consider it if I thought I wouldn’t turn into a giant walking oil slick.
Maybe it’s the bazillion Instagram and Facebook posts berating the weather because surely the way to escape winter is to complain about it repeatedly. Or not. My non-educated guess says it keeps the grievance at the forefront of your mind, never really allowing you to forget it, much less let it go. We could probably learn a lesson from the diva herself here. While I don’t condone her temper tantrums, she did make a pretty cool snowman.
Granted, I will say the air blistering your face in matter of seconds or turning the smallest of paper cuts into the demon spawn from hell on your right index finger might make ignoring the weather a wee bit difficult. I get it, I really do.
“It can be done though,” says the Queen of Ignorance is Bliss. You can’t see it but I just curtsied, followed by a sensei type head nod. Master this technique and you shall rule the world or at the very least forget the giant welt growing on the left side of your head is adult acne. See, there’s a reason I’m growing out my hair. Just kidding, I have an appointment tomorrow.
By the way, I’m pretty sure my “let’s pretend it doesn’t exist approach” would be recommended by no therapist anywhere. “Shh, let’s not tell them,” she says while sneaking glances to the left and the right. We’ll make it our little secret, and as such, we’ll walk around happily, with visions of rainbows, unicorns and mild hallucinations in our head. It’ll be a beautiful thing. Just remember to put on a robe before leaving the house.
Confession: I’ve got nothing against Mother Nature at this very moment. I know I’m mostly alone on this one, and it’s certainly a bit weird, especially coming from me since I usually can’t wait to tackle spring in the biggest of all bear hugs. Perhaps my doubling down on vitamin D is playing role. Even stranger yet….I’m digging the weather’s wicked and wild ways because it’s forcing me to hibernate and eat comforting and creamy bowls of soup, which in my book is a really good thing. In fact, I’m going to go a step further and take it as a sign. This is the cosmos way of slowing us down and forcing us to unwind.
I’ll tell you what, when the universe talks, I listen.
And when the weatherman calls for another blah, blah, blah inches of snow and cold, I pretend my nipples couldn’t cut glass, pull on a second pair of socks, hunker down by the fire and embrace my inner hermit. Cackle, cackle.
All this to say I have a photo montage of my yesterday, where my introverted heart frolicked in the recesses of my home and the Hubby, with a side trip to the park.
In the words of Ice Cube, “Today was a good day.”
How have you handled this winter? Are you living in a Snuggie and drowning your sorrows on your social media account?