I was texting a friend yesterday, and admitted that it had been a long, stressful week. When she asked why I felt that way, I realized that I didn’t have enough data in my monthly plan to send her a proper reply.
So I figured I’d just blog about it.
As I’ve previously established, winter in Maine begins on October 1, even though the rest of the country (foolishly) claims that’s still early autumn.
This week, though, Snow Miser really kicked things into high gear. To the point that even winter deniers would have to take notice. It was absolutely frigid, with temperatures below the voting age. Then we had the first snow of the season that required shoveling.
Actually this one necessitated shoveling and scraping, since freezing rain fell on top of the snow overnight. So I was out there at 6AM, scraping the ice and snow off the driveway, and then using the shovel to clear the ice shards.
It’s a great workout, but after an hour of that, my entire body ached, so having to sit at a desk and work for the next eight hours proved to be a bit of a challenge.
In the silver lining department, at least driving in that first snow was not an issue. Ever since I leased the RAV4, my paralyzing fear of driving in snow has vanished. It’s good to have one less anxiety in my life.
Just about a million others left to deal with at this point…
I went for a run this morning, even though it was only 15 degrees, because I’d clearly lost my mind. Maybe my grey matter had frozen while I’d slept due to the weather.
Once I got out there, I immediately regretted my decision. Sometimes, it’s easy to adapt to the cold. After I begin to sweat, it just feels like any other day, and I can run without any issue or interruption.
Today, however, there was a bitter wind to go along with the sub-freezing temperature.
At one point, it felt like my left eye was frozen from the wind. I’m pretty sure that was just my hampered mind playing tricks on me, but I wouldn’t put anything past my nemesis Snow Miser at this point.
The wind had no trouble penetrating all my layers, to the point that my internal organs felt like they had been put on ice.
Needless to say, I cut my run short. After all, the river was beginning to freeze, and I worried that if I stayed out there much longer, I would be next.
The fact that it gets dark right after lunch now (okay, perhaps that’s a slight exaggeration, but not by much) doesn’t help things, either. It gives me the impression that I’m working well into the night, which makes my days seem impossibly long.
Once I get home, I’m exhausted and miserable. There’s no one there to cheer me up, or talk to about my day, and I’m too tired to write, so I just crank up the heat and veg on the couch watching TV until I gather enough energy to climb the stairs to go to bed.
It’s no way to live, and it puts me in a grumbly mood. What I’d really like to do is just hibernate until spring mercifully arrives, but for some reason, it’s not acceptable for humans to get all animalistic in that manner.
Don’t worry, Modern Philosophers. I’m not going to allow my Post Traumatic Snow Disorder to get the best of me. I’m combating my crappy mood with some very effective chili therapy.
I’ve whipped up another batch of my world famous chili, the perfect meal for this weather, and it is simmering on the stove. The scent is currently wafting through The House on the Hill, and has already improved my mood exponentially.
So, yeah, it was a long week, but now it’s chili time. I think things are going to be okay…
How are you handling the bitter cold?