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Late Winter Trance

It does no good to tell ourselves that this winter has been relatively kind to us in comparison to last winter’s endless freezes and snow.  It is the physical discomfort of the here and now that wears us down.  And, please may it be so, will be easily forgotten once green things start to grow again.  (Hence why women go on to have more babies…)

 

Of course, kinder is relative and based on regions, I do believe that Boston is having a rougher winter, at least in terms of snowfall.  I have friends there and they show plenty of pictures of the snow excess on Facebook.  The snow machine up in the clouds in that area seems to be stuck on over-produce.  I know that snow blankets can feed off themselves to keep temperatures down, but does snow attract more snow?  It certainly seems to this year in that area.

 

We have an ageing snow blanket in my region.  A dusting here and there since our Super Bowl blizzard.  Which means that the snow is wind scoured and compacting as it loses the moisture it originally had.  And it is getting dirtier and cluttered with the flotsam and jetsam of suburban life.  The cars are all salt-crusted, which masks their normal hues.  Yuck.

 

My eyes are so tired of the color scheme – white, off white, dirty white, beige, and filthy black.  It seems to be putting my creative mind into a narrow rut of thought which is as difficult to break as Boston’s rhythm of snow storms.

 

public domain image - what I wish I saw out my window

public domain image – what I wish I saw out my window

I think of things that I could do to help my creativity to spark, but then there is that moment that I can’t seem to get past.  The one when I realize that I will have to bundle up, will have to slog through snow piles, icy spots, or slush to get where I want to go.  Ugh.  My couch, a mug of tea and a book, or Netflix, or some internet surfing will do for entertainment.  It is my late winter trance.  At least I have finally caught up with all 4 previous seasons of Downton Abbey.  And I found a new show on Netflix, Rehab Addict, that gave me some ideas for some updates on my house, when the weather gets better.

 

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Cures for the Bromidic in Deep Winter White

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.

public domain image, FDA

public domain image, FDA

 

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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Favorite Ways to While Away a Winter Day

I think that my brain might be freezing up this long winter.  I’ve tried to start a few new posts and they are all now waiting for me to find a way to finish the ones that are worthy and dispose of the ones that aren’t.

 

So perhaps I can at least conjure up a list of pleasant things to while (or wile, if you prefer) away some hours rather than wishing them away for some better weather:

  • A good book, a mug of tea, and my cozy fleece throw (in a fine shade of green to remind me of seasons to come)
  • A marathon session of Sherlock on Netflix
  • A leisurely soup and sandwich lunch with a friend
  • Slowly and calmly putting a space to rights (and not thinking about how long it may stay that way)
  • Learning something new, or getting better at something
  • Perusing a map or atlas – to remember a trip, plan one or trace a historical event
  • A game with my sons and daughter-in-law, perhaps Settlers of Catan
  • A hot as I can stand it bath with great scents, some music and a good book or magazine
  • Normally, writing would fit on this list…
  • A look through old photo albums
Wikipedia snip-it of Sherlock

Wikipedia snip-it of Sherlock

 

I think that I need to add a new craft to this list perhaps, or revisit an old one.  Maybe getting some ideas from people in the blogosphere will help me out.  What would go on your list?  If you put any outdoor activity on the list, do give a compelling argument why, please.

 

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In the Grip of Winter Exhaustion

When I was about 12 and enamored with the idea of love, my mom told me about a book that she had enjoyed which had a love story but so much more.  The book was Mrs. Mike by Benedict and Nancy Freedman and I still remember the depictions of isolation in winter.  That feeling struck me when I read the Little House series by Laura Ingles Wilder, too.

 

Most of us humans weren’t built for winter endurance – mentally or physically.  Oh, we smile about how pretty and sparkly the snow and ice is around Christmas because its new and fresh and we’ve had ages to forget that there will be months of the stuff to slog through.  And some people have a passion for skiing, skating, or snowboarding; perhaps sledding and a bit of snowman building that gives them reason to hope for the stuff.  Not to mention school-child wishes for snow days.

blizzard

The majority of us just push through and try not to give in to winter exhaustion.  The simplest task – an errand to the store, say – becomes a greater chore and drains more energy than necessary after wrapping up in layers, scraping the car, fighting through all the other drivers who’ve forgotten how to navigate this white stuff, finding one of the few remaining parking spots that hasn’t become a snow mountain, only to find that the items that you need are among the new shipment that is stuck on a truck up some impassable mountain pass or other and due who-knows-when.

 

Quite a distance from that isolation that I read in those books, but still in our modern way greatly affected by the elements.  We control so much in our modern world, but nature rules in these months and we humans find our way through.  And we fight to keep our schedule the same regardless of the season or weather, where those earlier folk adjusted their activities to accommodate the calendar.

 

The objective of this Daily Prompt was to teach, but sometimes the most important aspect of teaching is to get us to stop and think.  Why do we do what we do?

 

This post is written in response to The Daily Prompt: Teaching.

 

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