When it’s 0 degrees outside on November 16, I can’t help but wonder to myself, where do we go from here?
Narnia I suspect. Certainly what it feels like around here these days. The .375 inches of snow that slick-coated the grass and sidewalks on November 10 is still there, perfectly intact. Testament to the 10 day stretch below freezing we’ve had since then. A stretch BTW that shows no sign of abating until after Thanksgiving sometime. Seriously, about 30 minutes of sun at 30 degrees would have melted what amounted to a sort of heavy frost, but apparently that doesn’t happen in Narnia.
At least we’re upstate New York, 5′ of snow up there.
My Narnia comparison BTW is pretty accurate given that I don’t think we’ve had a minute in the last couple weeks where there wasn’t at least a trace of snow in the air.
My only complaint in this deal, if it’s full on winter here in the middle of November, how long is winter going to be? Last year snow and ice lasted in the middle of May. Not that I’m counting but that’s full on 6 months. Which feels long to me.
It more than feels long to Mrs S, I’m sincerely worried about my mental health should winter last through the entire NBA season. Even with her newfound snowshoeing hobby, there’s only so much she can take before she starts looking for connections between being housebound due to bad weather and the overall performance of her lazy overweight husband binge watching old TV series on the sofa weekends at a time. See where I’m going with this? That’s a lot of “us” time and now that we’re starting to run out kids to fight with our attentions are turning more towards each other and that exposes a serious Venus/Mars issue.
Being male I can’t multitask. Proven well documented fact. Mrs S has binders of data on this subject in her mental memory castle, just ask her for a few examples. Which means when I’m binge watching Orange is the New Black for the third time for the steamy shower scenes, I’m not thinking about anything else. I’m not worried about where anyone else in the house is or what they’re doing. Good and bad there frankly.
Womenfolk in general, and Mrs S in particular are blessed (if you can call it that) to have several thought streams running through their heads simultaneously, including one that says, “why is he watching TV when the bathroom is filthy?” Or, “how does a guy who claims to want to eat right justify sitting on the sofa with a spoon and carton of ice cream?”
All valid concerns that when the weather is nice are easily solved by my simply getting up and going outside, outta site, outta mind as they say.
This year I do plan to get out and snowshoe with the Lil Ms. That might help decompress the angst of running into each other in kitchen every 10 minutes for the next 6 months. We’ll see.