I’m tired of being cold.
There is a certain topic Alan and I talk about from time to time, usually when I’m shivering, “Eskimos“. During the dialogue about these enduring human beings I always make the statement, “If we were Eskimos I would become nomadic and leave my igloo straight away in search of the life-giving force…warmth.” Alan replies, ” I’d be right behind you baby!” He can withstand cold temperatures better than I but enjoys a warm day swinging in a hammock over chopping wood in the snow anytime.
Over the past month I have been freezing. Not like an Eskimo but in my mind, close, very close. For 2 weeks our neck of the woods has been below freezing temperatures with no end in sight according to WeatherBug. This is a bit unsettling to me. Granted they can only forecast a week out and I know the weather is ever-changing, but it isn’t even officially winter yet.
I am trying to make the best of the situation. Dressing warm, keeping the fire stoked in the wood stove, wearing 2 pairs of gloves to do chores outdoors, making huge crock pots of homemade soup and fighting off the urge to hibernate like a bear, sleeping in as late as I can under my electric blanket.
I feel a little bit like this tiny patch of grass in my driveway. I’m stuck here, with frozeness all around me.
This feeling might be true for this winter. We are kind of planted here for a while. But Alan and I both are coming to the conclusion we don’t like the cold as much as we love being warm. Which leads to exploring options and ideas on becoming nomadic. Snow birds or full-time residents somewhere warm is sounding more wonderful each passing freezing day.