I’m beginning to see new meaning in the Nelly Furtado song,
I’m Like A Bird. I’ll only fly away. Honestly, if I could winter in the
Bahamas, I would as well.
Cold, dark and dreary … that pretty much sums up this time
of year.
While my boys don’t seem phased by winter, I remember, they’re
still young. They’re coming off the Christmas high, and have snow days and
valentines from secret admirers to look forward to. Oh, the joys of youth.
My oldest son keeps asking me when I’m taking him on an
expedition to Antarctica to see the penguins. (I don’t think he got the memo
that I’m out of the office until spring.)
I can barely make it out to the mailbox.
I’m like a lizard; I prefer sitting on a rock, and soaking up the warm rays. (Preferably with a cool drink in hand.)
The start of winter has left me jittery and sluggish, barely
able to move. (Of course, this might have something to do with the five cups of
coffee I’ve had to drink to stay warm, and the multiple layers of clothing I
have on, but I’m not sure.)
I haven’t quite mastered typing in my fingerless gloves yet;
but, let me assure you, I will keep on trying. I’m no quitter.
One thing that has actually kept me from mindlessly binge
watching all Hulu has to offer, or covering my head and hibernating, is
spending time with my dog. Now, whether this means something is wrong with me, the
vote is still out.
Rex and I have taken this opportunity to perfect the sport
of wogging (otherwise known as walk-jogging). The explanation for our newfound
athletic activity is that he’s an Aussie full of energy, and I’m a winter
zombie in need of mental and physical stimulation. (But, not so much that I keel
over. And, he enjoys the breaks.) It’s an ideal situation really. When you
start to get cold, you jog again.
While it probably won’t be inducted into the Olympics
anytime soon, and I’m not logging my miles or counting my steps, the truth is, we
wog because it’s fun.
I’m not really the type to buy a watch to tell me it’s time
to get moving.
My dull state of mind, and inability to type a sentence, are
clear enough to me.
Spending time outside, I begin to see the world with clarity
again; the fog lifts. Oh, and there go those nerve synapses in my head again;
brain is still functioning after all.
It’s no wonder we go stir crazy in the winter, wondering
where our lives are going, and combatting dull moods by devouring carbohydrates
to keep ourselves sane.
Even the kids are wilder, with no outdoor recesses or time
at the park.
The birds have the right idea here. But, I say, if you can’t
fly south, (bundle up) and fly out the door, every chance you get.
