I'm dreaming... of a short winter (it's time for an update)

As I write this, it's snowing (again)
That's one of the reasons I haven't written for 11 or so days... because it has snowed almost constantly since then. And an update should be more instead of my incessant whining on how cold it is.
You would think I would be used to it by now, but I greet every day with: This weather is insane (or some variation on that theme). I say something like this every day... I'm not used to this.
Like someone said to me in the skating rink that is our shopping mall parking lot, "We got a winter's worth of weather this month, and it's only November." Cheering thought, isn't it.
Today it is -8 degrees outside, with the forecast of getting even colder. My nice warm wool sweaters that seemed so promising in October are not keeping up their end of the bargain. I go around wearing 3 layers (it's good for me that the layered look is so in right now!)

One good thing that gets me through the cold is that when it snows it looks like a winter wonderland... looking out from my big living room window... It does feel a lot more like Christmas... I do relish the thought of Christmas carols and setting up the tree and decorations while a fluffy snow is falling outside... It makes it a bit more bearable.

But the million dollar question (which I try not to think about) is what happens when Christmas is over and there's still three or four months left of winter at the end of the holidays? What is there to look forward to? Spring, I guess.

Moving on... it's now three days since I started this blog. I have four more stories to write befoe my deadline and I'm procrastinating by visiting some of my favourite blogs... when one of your friend lives in Corsica, it's kind of hard to talk on the phone... her blog gives me glimpse into her Mediterranean-filled life (and also a new baby). Anyways, it's a good excuse for procrastination... I call it staying connected. I suggest that all my friends and family start blogs... I would never get any work done.

I have good news! The Fraser Valley, where my family lives, and where, when the cold and snow gets to me (like it does every day) I think of longingly moving back to... IS. GETTING. SNOW! HAHAHAHA!
I'm pretty pleased with that, as you can tell. Their 2 cms of snow is more life-altering than our 50... I'll have more people sharing my winter misery.

Unfortunately, my glee did not last long. As the weather commentator moved onto the rest of the province, she said the north is getting hit with -20 or -30 degree weather.

Which brings me to my next problem: our house. Our house is somewhat drafty, but with old windows that we can't afford to replace yet, it's understandable. What really brings the temperature down is our front door, which has noticeable gaps in it. As in they are big enough to see outside. We've got the stairway cordoned off, but this morning the window on the door was covered in thick ice ON THE INSIDE. You know it's cold when...

I have another story to share. As you may not know (because I don't have a picture posted here) I have long, blonde curly hairt, that I sometimes wear straight, for a change. I was wearing it straight yesterday when I stopped by to talk to two girls I know who work at the clothing store. "Oh look, you're wearing your hair straight," they say. "It looks different." What the hell is that all about? It looks different!?!?!?! Hmmm... I took that as they didn't think it looked all that good. I'm glad I was having a pretty good day, so it didn't bother me. But I mean, if you don't think something looks good, don't say anything.

It's like when M and I were back Down South for Thanksgiving and we went to a service at our old church. This one old guy (on the sleazy side) comes up and starts chatting. Whatever. I didn't really talk to him when we went there, so I don't why he bothered to talk to me now. He asked the usual question of how I liked it up there, blahblahblah... Then he said something about me gaining weight! (in all fairness, I have gained some weight, but not that much... it's not like I went from a 6 to a 16... maybe from a 6 to an 8 or 10)... but WHO THE HELL IS HE to bring it up! I was so mad I made up some excuse and walked away. I don't need to talk to someone like that... I can probably have more patience with an old uncle or aunt who brings it up, but some stupid old man from M's old church who does that is a jerk...

Anyways, I probably shouldn't still let it bother me but it does. I just don't get people who think they can comment about shit like that. You may think it... but just keep your mouth shut. Like Bridget Jones and asking about people's love life.

But now that I have written all that I should write, I should go. Writing and a cranky editor calls...