This morning it was a balmy 13 degrees with a wind chill of 3 degrees. Fine if you are inside but I had to take my dog out in that freezing biting stinging cold. Yes, I had on a heavy coat but no gloves or hat. Reason? I didn't look at the weather forecast on tv. After about six or seven minutes outside, my dog and I were ready to run back into the house.
And now the temperature has risen because snow is on the way. And more snow in the latter part of the week. Used to love winter and the things that are associated with it like sleigh riding, making snowmen but that was then and this is now. My body cannot take the extreme cold.
When you have a dog, you have no choice but to make a mad dash outside when it's freezing cold, sleeting or snowing. None.
Winter and I used to have an agreement of sorts: I dealt with it and apparently it dealt with me in a not so bad way. Now not only do I now like it, I hate it. Where I live we have the four seasons for which I am grateful--spring, summer, fall and the one I am not grateful for now, winter. Fear of falling and breaking every bone in my body is not on my top ten list of things I want to do and neither is shoveling snow. Also the frigid temperatures leave me chilling right down to the bare bone and that's with layers and layers of clothes on as well as a hat, gloves and a coat. Being stuck in the house when the streets are snow laden is not a favorite of mine either--cabin fever sets in really quick.
And it's still January with months to go with winter deciding what it wants to do--be calm or be wild. I need a magic wand but winter wouldn't care one bit. All I can do is deal with it and hate it at this point in my life. I don't think I'm alone in my thoughts.