Normally I love snow. I don't complain about the weather and I am annoyed by people who do. We live in New England- it is cold and snowy here in the winter-time. I like the change of seasons- I like taking out my sweaters and decorating for Christmas and sledding and skating, fires in the fireplace, etc.
This winter is different. It didn't snow at all until a couple of weeks ago- the snow-haters were feeling very pleased with themselves. And then it started snowing and seems like it will never stop. At first I was secretly happy, but I'm now starting to feel like them. I want to go on Facebook and do one of those complainy weather posts.
Too much snow has a strange effect on a person- I feel tired, lazy, unproductive. I just want to bake and watch old movies and take naps. I feel like I'm in some kind of arctic limbo- I kind of like being snowbound, and at the same time I hate feeling trapped. I don't think it's beautiful anymore. When I look out the window, phrases like "the winter of my discontent" and "in the bleak mid-winter" come to mind. I got some snowshoes for me and Big Al to make the best of it, but, either they're not good snowshoes, or snowshoeing is not what I thought it was. I thought they would make us hover weightlessly over the mountains of snow in the backyard. Alas, they don't.
Anyway, posting pictures of snow at this point is as boring as posting pictures of the food I'm eating, or telling you one of my dreams. Scenes from Charlie Chaplin's movie The Goldrush keep coming to mind. Here's one of them.
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