Winter and increasing mounds of snow appear to have taken permanent hold on my part of the world as I dream of green and balmy breezes. Snow and ice are here for one season, thankfully since I find the incessant white and cold, the blanket of snow to be a blanket on my creativity. I know that I am not alone, plenty of arts facilities and events are reporting lower than expected attendance due to the weather.
I have been lucky enough to arrange little breaks from the winter bromide for the last three weekends and it has helped in a small way. I have met with three different friends once each weekend for either a meal and a movie or a trip to the symphony to listen to a tone poem that described warmer weather.
My urge to hibernate through most of January just fueled my winter grumpiness each time I had to venture out for work or errands. Hibernation meant that entertainment choices were limited to what is at hand at home. Same stuff, same four walls. Bleh.
I know that other people like to plan trips to warm places for a week or two while home is locked in cold and ice. I don’t know whether that would work for me, part of my thoughts would be focused on the required return to Nordic weather. Now, if I could figure out how to live somewhere else for this one season every year that would be ideal.
Ah, at least I have thawed my creativity enough to dredge up and dust off this old word, bromide, and use it in a non-pharmaceutical manner. I only recently realized that the word had alternate meanings.
Another mental exercise that several of us have taken up is how we would be happy to box up all of this snow and send it off to the areas on the West coast that are in the midst of an exceptional drought. We have plenty to share. Each of our regions needing a bit of what the other has, each sighing ‘enough’ to the weather pattern we are in. Sadly, it doesn’t appear feasible.
I hope that everyone is able to find a cure or two for bromidic winter.
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Tagged: Creativity, Life, Perspective, Thinking, Winter, Words
I had a brief visit to FL last week, 2 1/2 days in 80 degree weather. Long enough to remind me that I’d rather deal with cold and snow than heat and humidity.
Was it just awful coming home? I can’t imagine that a person’s system can make such a change easily. Much as I dislike winter, the cold doesn’t feel quite so cold at this point of the season as my system has adjusted.
It’s funny, I was actually glad to get home. It was 80 degrees and very humid. I only had a few hours where I wasn’t in a meeting and when I tried to walk on the beach with some friends we got soaked in a freak storm. Since I was inside most of the time, I didn’t get used to the heat.