I used to have a rule…

…which I would have implemented the moment I became Lord Master of the Universe: Winter is only welcome as long as it’s entertaining. As soon as dressing up in snugglies to go out and shovel the walk stops being fun, winter has to hand the baton to spring. It can hang around at the ski slopes if it wants, but that’s it.

I thought about that this morning while out letting Torso Boy update his peemail and perform periodic colon maintenance…

It’s nice to wake up to a little nip in the air. Nice that there’s a few morning hours when the mud is frozen and traction is good…

…as long as the temperature climbs when the sun comes up, so I don’t have to suit up like an astronaut just to walk a mile and feed some chickens.

I don’t mind lighting a fire for an hour to take the chill off the cabin, then letting it burn down so the sun can do the rest.

Ah, but it never ends there, does it? No, no. This is November. In a month I’ll be ready for this to be over, then whining like a tweener when some gasbag on the radio chirps, “Welcome to the first day of winter!”

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2 Responses to I used to have a rule…

  1. Mike says:

    I’m with you 100% Joel. You and I are within 4 months, birthday wise, so I know where you’re coming from. I’ve already had to deal with two major snow events and the joy of manhandling a snowblower when you’re 65 only goes so far.

  2. Ben says:

    I think that Joel was so traumatized by his first Gulch winters that he will never be able to face winter in a truly unemotional manner. 🙂

To the stake with the heretic!