I’m tired of winter.
The fluffy white snow, the glistening icicles, the lightly dusted fir trees – it’s all getting a little old.
I took my car through a car wash yesterday morning – of course, then I spent an hour and a half on the autoroute cursing every truck or car that splashed salty, muddy, dirty slush all over my beautiful, shiny, waxed car. Sigh. It was clean for approximately two minutes.
This morning, I awoke to a blizzard. Lots of big, fluffy flakes, which are awe-inspiring when you can lie in the snow, looking up into a night sky – it’s like the starscape screensaver, but real. On the other hand, when it’s morning, and you have to get the stuff off your car before driving along half-heartedly plowed roads riddled with potholes, it’s more augh-inspiring.
So, yes, it’s official – winter can end anytime now. I’m ready to move on. The novelty has worn off. Let’s see some daffodils and robins, please.