I can't see anything but white outside my window. Oh, there are some gray sticks, and some other stuff stuck in the white, but it's mostly white. And, cold.
It's February 23rd, and I have reached my "Winter Limit" weeks before it is due. Last week, just after some warm weather, there was actual grass exposed in my yard. A lot of grass. My driveway had begun to shed the pile of ice that I park over everyday, and I took the truck to C&R Tire for a scrubbing. I was pumped, but noooo, did the white stuff keep melting away?? Nope. More of it came to taunt me instead.
Well, that was a good Monday Morning Whine. I feel better, no warmer, but a little better. Whining is something I mastered early on. I was a pro. I think I backed off the whining as I became an adult, but now, at middle aged, I think it is a feel good skill that shouldn't go to waste.
It serves two purposes:
- If done right, it can be like a mantra, and actually soothe oneself.
- And, if done very well, it can annoy the heck out of those around you.
I am surprised Mary has not duct taped me and stuffed me in a closet till Spring.
I think I make life for those around me in February a living hell. I know, I should be out snowshoeing, or taking a walk in the snowy cold.
But, I don't wanna.
I could have planned a mid winter escape to someplace sunny. That would have helped, but other things were a priority this past year, like getting married.
I'll plan a lot better for next winter. Believe me.
In the meantime, I'll sit tight, whine, and maybe take my whining online and annoy the bejeepers out of others.
Hey! I'm doing that right now! Awesome!
I'm feeling a better already.
Let it snow.