I feel like we are suffering through the longest winter in recorded history, Modern Philosophers.
We had a blizzard last weekend, and another one is ravaging Maine today. After last weekend’s storm, I woke up to two mornings where the temperature had dipped to -8. The weather report calls for a low of -11 for tomorrow.
Yesterday, I was furiously chipping away the ice on my front walk because I had almost taken an incredible tumble when I left the house for my morning run.
I’ve had to deal with frozen pipes, almost running out of heating oil because my supplier said they didn’t have the manpower to make a delivery, and the garage door freezing shut.
Not that I really enjoy leaving the house, but it’s been nearly impossible to do anything other than go to and from work because of the weather. The library is always closed. Whenever I try to get a haircut, the barber is closed. The running path is buried in snow and ice.
This winter has been brutal, and shows no signs of giving me a much needed break.
Adult snow days do not occur often, so it was a welcome relief when the text arrived yesterday morning stating that all offices would be closed today.
I’m a bit exhausted and could certainly use the time off. I stayed in bed until 9:00 and only got up because the cats were pestering me for breakfast. If I had my way, I would still be snuggled up under the covers and ignoring the winter storm that’s raging outside.
Of course, I do have a plan for my snow day now that I’m up and about. I am going to work on the edit of the Detective Bruno novel. Thus far, I have added over 8,000 words to The Vanishing Corpse. It has been quite enjoyable to go back over the story, and expand on it now that it’s not just a quick serial for the blog. I’m able to add a little depth to the characters, and put in some details that I missed in my first pass. Plus, now that I have a better feel for Bruno, I’m able to tweak his dialogue and better explain why he acts the way he does.
When I need a break from writing, I’ve got over 40 episodes of Castle on my DVR. I do enjoy the exploits of Castle and Beckett, and watching their adventures makes me want to write even more Bruno and Wally stories.
I have no intention of leaving the house on my snow day. It is supposed to snow until 8:00, so there’s no point in going out to shovel. I’ll just let the clouds get it all out of their systems, and then tackle snow removal tomorrow.
Sure, I’d be tempted to venture out to build a snowman, but only if my creation could speak and was willing to carry on a conversation.
Something about this weather makes me more lonely than usual, and leaves me yearning for companionship. I think it has something to do with the romanticized version of Maine I’d pictured when J and I talked about moving here.
I pictured us shoveling the snow together, then having a snowball fight, before retreating inside to drink hot cocoa and snuggle by the fire. Blizzards are much more romantic when you’re trapped inside with someone you love who has exciting and creative ideas for keeping you warm.
I hope you are all safe and warm, and that this endless winter soon yields to a delightful spring…
Do you hate winter, too? Anyone want to snuggle by the fire? Have you taught a snowman how to talk?