“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…..” Oh, yeah, that was two months ago. A very long, cold, snowy, cabin fever two
months ago!
Last summer, when we could actually open the doors and
step outside the house, my husband and his brother built a lovely new deck in
our back yard. Sitting out there with a
tall glass of refreshing iced tea and a good book in my hand, I felt so relaxed
and serenely content – revelling in my lovely tropical paradise. Can’t say the same today.
Relaxation turned to frustration and serenity was frozen
into submission following a relentless pounding from Old Man Winter. For most of January, wind chill factors
fluctuated between -40 to -60 celsius until the temperature warmed up to a
balmy -7 a couple of days ago. Before I
had time to do my little happy dance over this unexpected gift of good fortune,
the storm clouds blew in and dumped 50 centimeters of snow on us over a two day
period. Bah humbug!!!!!
As I struggled in vain to clear a doggie latrine in the
back yard this morning, the wind screeched in my ears and every shovelful of
snow blew back in my face in howling mockery.
I finally capitulated. Dear Old
Man Winter, you win. I can no longer
hold out against your persuasive seduction.
Tonight, your frostiness will embrace me once again in a mind-numbing
-51 wind chill.
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