gratitude-a-thon day 20: spring will be here in 49 days

Winter is prettty, I admit it. But only for like, one day.

Making my way through this winter has been challenging. Actually making it through WINTER IN GENERAL has become challenging because as time goes by, I HATE THE WINTER LIKE I HATE WRINKLES, AND LIVER, AND ANN COULTER. I grew up sledding, and building snowmen and ice skating everyday after school, and weekends, too. I liked winter back then. It was, like everything, FUN. In high school, I fell madly in love with skiing. But at the end of college, I herniated a disc in my low back, and my dreams of being Suzy Chapstick disappeared. I went a few times post back diagnosis, and tried not to move while I skied, and finally gave it up entirely in my mid-twenties, after going on a Vermont Ski weekend, with a bunch of fabulous skiers. I looked fate in the eye, when I took the wrong chairlift, which dropped me on trail that was 18 colors beyond my skill level, and covered in a deadly, glistening layer of ICE. I tumbled down that  alpine luge slope like a crumpled piece of paper in the wind, and the terror that filled me at the thought of hurting my back even more, caused me so much anxiety, I had a “crazy girl on the mountain” kind of moment. I actually screamed and cried like I had broken MY WHOLE BODY. I never set foot, or rather MY feet in a pair of ski boots again. And that was that, the last thing that had made winter fun for me was done. Anyway, sure, the snow is pretty for like approximately one day. Then I’m ready for spring. I hate the clothes, too — layers and layers of clothes to put on, just so you can bear leaving your bed.

I cut my friend out of this photo, so I look even weirder than normal, BUT WOULDJA LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THE COAT?

You should see the coats I wear. They’re basically sleeping bags with holes for your feet. I am sure people are impressed with my winter weight loss, come summer, since I look about 50 pounds thinner  when I’m not toting around the “down comforter” coat anymore. Also, I CANNOT walk around in the winter without my shoulders hunched up to my ears like Frankenstein. They just won’t go down. And you know, like,  THAT’S VERY ATTRACTIVE. And then there is the sweating. I layer myself all up to go outside, but when I go back in, like to grocery shop, or holiday shop, I sweat like I am in a Viking oven baking at 500 degrees, and very much resemble someone having a major heart attack. Again, the attractiveness factor here cannot be ignored. So, I’m grateful to be counting the days (just 49 more) until spring (and what with my math skills, it could be here even sooner).

3 thoughts on “gratitude-a-thon day 20: spring will be here in 49 days

  1. First of all Toni, you look great in that picture all bundled up. I understand what you are saying about the winter. Now you know why we are here in Chapel Hill. Jim was shoveling several feet of snow one winter and said to me…consider the south Suzin, so off I went on the computer to do research and found Chapel Hill (I said no further south). We came down in the winter and said this is the place. We knew we wanted to move off the busy Newton street we were on, but I never thought of the south with Lia. He said it isn’t what you think (of course in the rural area’s it is). We have a gay mayor and he is great, so it is like a different state in Chapel Hill. And Carrboro, the next town over also has a gay mayor. We left the shovels behind and we said we will just need a broom for the snow. We do get 4 seasons with snow and ice in the winter, but it usually doesn’t go below freezing and the snow doesn’t last very long. It doesn’t start until the end of December and we get spring in early March with flowers blooming. I have pansies that I plant at the end of November and they bloom all winter unless the deer come by to eat the blooms, which they did this winter. It is hard to believe that in my early years I was a ski instructor in Switzerland and always loved the winter. I can’t remember the last time I was on them. I guess it was when Lia was 5 or 6 years old after a few knee surgeries from skiing. Keep warm up there. We had weather in the 60’s the last couple of days (loved it). Now it is back down to 47.

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