March 14, 2018

• My Annual March Rant

  The only thing consistent about the weather in Michigan is its utter fickleness. Just a few days ago, my heart was rejoicing at the sight of the first blooming daffodils and the first robin to appear in my backyard. The days were sunny and, while still chilly, a heavy sweater sufficed for warmth. I was smugly thinking about moving the snow shovels from the back porch to the shed, and the winter coats from the hooks near the backdoor to the coat closet near the front door. After 26 years, you’d think I’d know better. I DO know better, but after a long, cold winter, the first signs of spring go to my head and chase out rational thought. Who can be rational when the robins are singing and the daffodils are blooming?

  Of course, the same thing happened that happens every year. It’s an old story and one I’ve poured out on social media since I started blogging in 2005; more snow. It’s kind of weird this time, though; the days are still sunny and not bitterly cold, but when the sun goes down, the snow begins to fall. It’s like living in a parable and I enjoy neither the reality nor the symbolism. But, as my Maltese sister-in-law says with a shrug, what are you going to do?

  • Remember fondly all of the warm places I’ve ever lived: Texas, Mississippi, Arkansas, Florida, California, Hawaii.
  • Dream of all the warm places I’d like to visit: Malta, Australia, the Cote d’Azur, Greece.
  • Plan a trip south to see my mom if I can ever shake whatever keeps laying me low, and if my daughter ever gets her new well dug (because I’m dog-sitting for her whenever it happens).
  • Heave a deep sigh, put on my big girl pants and my parka and go shove the snow off my van so I can run some errands.

   

  

   

   

  • 2:36 pm
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