I’m from Michigan. Winter is not new to me, and before I moved here it held no special dread. I knew before I moved here that high desert winters are cold, but I shrugged and said, “I’m from Michigan.” Which only goes to show that what you don’t know you don’t know can bite you hard.
Until I moved here I’d never wintered in one of these things before…
…without a working furnace. Watching how thick the ice from my breath can form on the inside of the windows. One winter I sometimes went a week at a time without ever taking off my heavy coat. Yeah, I grew up in Michigan – in a house in Michigan. With central heating, and actual insulation in the walls. Which were not made of tin.
That trailer got hot in the summer sun, but that didn’t bother me nearly as much as six months of sore fingers and toes. I spent five winters there – and for non-winter-related reasons I still have some affection for it. But I hated winter in the Interim Lair so much I grew to dread winter.
Then I got the Secret Lair nominally habitable, and to my dismay it wasn’t a big improvement at first and the problem of July 1 continued: The problem being that on July 1, the numerical mid-point of the year, I traditionally started dreading the return of winter! Seriously, I couldn’t enjoy my warm season for how much I hated the thought of returning to the cold season!
But the past three years have brought major incremental improvements to the cabin, to the point where it is now at long last much more house-like. And today, to my amused pleasure, I find that I can arrive at July 1 and just … enjoy that there’s still so much more summer left to enjoy. And when winter returns, unless it’s an unusually nasty one I’m more likely than not to kind of enjoy that, as well.