You’d think that the word frozen would be a perfectly suitable prompt for the first week of January here in Indiana, but there’s nothing literally frozen outside. Usually by now we’ve had repeated hits of of freezing rain and our street would stay frozen for months.
I like the cold, upwards of 20F/-6C and I love the snow. This winter, if you wanna call it that, has been just plain weird.
I feel cheated.
There’s a fly on my window, for fuck’s sake.
Are my bulbs even gonna freeze?!?
As ever, I’m looking for the silver linings.
I can get out more.
No treacherous porch steps.
No waddling like a penguin to the kids’ bus stops.
It can’t last forever, right?
Yesterday was 38F/3C. I put on my fleece shirt, a scarf and a hat and walked the dog for well over an hour. It will be a tad colder today and I will do the same.
It’s not often I’ll walk like that in January. Usually 20-30 minutes is all I can take, because usually it’s well below freezing, and if there’s a lot of snow, it’s quite a work out.
This is what it looks like outside.
Has Old Man Winter forgotten where I live?
This post is part of LindaGHill’s Just Jot it January.