Posts Tagged ‘winter’

It snowed and iced over the weekend, which I think I talked about before. The ground is more or less still covered, though the main roads are clear. It’s still really freaking cold outside, though, which made clearing my car off this afternoon a bit of an adventure. I should have wrapped up in a scarf as well as my coat and hat, because my face was a little chapped afterwards. It took half an hour to smack and brush and scrape all the ice off my car, though it was kind of fun to break a layer of ice and discovered snow powdering underneath it. It all got brushed onto the ground, though, because I had places to go.

I meant to do more today than I actually got around to. This is mostly because I am lazy. The day isn’t over yet, but I’m not sure I want to go and do anything else after all. There’s always tomorrow, isn’t there? Another day to sleep and waste away, and I get to the end of it wondering where the hell I messed up. (I messed up by being in bed, by slumping down the pillows until I was laying there, feeling tired, and so I took my glasses off and burrowed into the pillow and slept.) I spend more time twittering over whether I should do something that I often end up doing nothing at all.

That got unexpectedly depressing.

I could make it more depressing by going on and on and on about what I’m not doing, but you didn’t come here for that. My next entry, later tonight, will not be depressing. Or maybe it will be depressing in a different way, I don’t know. I am just banging these out without any sort of preparation, because I told myself I was going to write 260 entries and I am /so damn close/ that I am not going to let it slip away from me. Let me do this one thing, let me accomplish this simple thing that is, okay, maybe not so simple as it seems this late in the year. But I’m going to try anyway.

Maybe I will write entries on all those things I said I would. I don’t know. But I’m going to keep talking about stuff, repeatedly, until the end of the year. And maybe–hopefully–I’ll hit that magic number.



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There are times when I simply don’t know what to write about. Doctor Who served me pretty well yesterday, but I don’t want to just talk about the same thing over and over again; I would rather change things up occasionally and keep things fresh or whatever.

I already mentioned how I don’t like the winter because it means my skin is always dry (and I’m too lazy to use lotion anywhere else but my hands). It doesn’t matter what kind of soap I use, if the water is cold or warm or in between, here in the last few days, every time I wash my hands, they come out dry and itchy and uncomfortable. And I do use lotion, but even that doesn’t seem to serve, and I am rather loath to use it so often that I run out (and besides that, I don’t like the greasy feeling it gives my hands after repeated use). I don’t mind the winter cold, so much, but I do mind the dryness of the air indoors, with the heat running at all hours to fulfill one of those basic human needs outlined by Thoreau: food, water, shelter, fuel. (In this case it’s the fuel bit.) But yes, I am a bit over dry skin by now, which is a bit of a problem when one considers that it’s going to be cold here for another couple of months at least. Speaking of frustrating things.

Apparently it iced overnight. The world is frosted and frozen over, or at least it was when I glanced out a window. I don’t mind the winter weather so much, mostly because I never go out in it if I can help it. I remember last year, driving home from work while it was snowing or sleeting or something and had been for a while, driving slowly because I didn’t care to crash and raging, as always, at the jerks who thought I was going too slowly. (I rage at these jerks all the time. I always desperately wish for them to get pulled over, so I can drive by at the proper speed and laugh at them.)

I don’t mind the ice. Just so long as I don’t have to go out in it today. (And to be honest, I would have preferred snow. It’s prettier.)


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