Why, hello there! Yes, long time, no see, right?
I am still alive. As you know, if you read my blog regularly, I go through spurts of silence. (Having the word “Daily” in my blog title is a bit of false advertising, I admit.)
I attribute it to the winter funk.
For one, it’s winter. I shouldn’t have to say much more. Long days, cold days, dark days, snowy days… oy vey.
And icy days. I gave meself whiplash the other week falling on the ice. If my rather ample behind hadn’t hit the icy ground first, I probably would still have a headache. Instead, my bum hit first, whipping my neck forward, which promptly came down and smucked into the ground.
Lessons learned:
1) whiplash, even whiplash which lasts for a few days, is uncomfortable, especially when you’re driving in reverse or trying to sleep. Glad it was healed in a week.
2) don’t wear sneakers to the garbage box in icy weather
3) even if you think you’ve maimed yourself good, you WILL try to get up off the ground because of the irrational fear that (oh, gosh!) someone might SEE YOU. Heaven forbid.
4) I really need to start wearing a helmet to the garbage box after this, especially after this is the SECOND time I nearly gave myself a head injury taking out the garbage. The first was when I leaned into the garbage box during a wind storm and got the super-heavy lid on my noggin. I squeaked away without a head injury that time because the ball on the top of my hat absorbed enough of the impact to keep me from getting hurt.
So, in summary, eff you winter. Eff you.
And two, my winter blues are enhanced by the fact that money is low because subbing is quiet during January.
It’s not just the money which is an issue during periods of super-low underemployment. Nope, it’s the lack of structure, which means you need the will of steel to get up at a decent hour in the morning and not spend your time drinking coffee and playing Bookworm.
Thankfully, the days are getting longer. And there are periods of warmth in which your skin doesn’t freeze. Huzzah.
Even though the groundpig saw his shadow yesterday, I’m betting spring is JUST AROUND THE CORNER.
So buck up, dear reader. The winter blues are soon on the way out the door. And none too fast, because Valentine’s Day is coming up, and there’s nothing worse than being single on a day in which coupled up women enjoy chocolate, jewelery, and roses.
Come on spring! I’ll even take swimsuit weather at this point.
I’m pretty sure The South Shore should be declared a danger zone in winter. I’ve had exactly the same two injuries as you. Only the garbage lid broke my glasses and my nose. And when I cracked my head on the road, and felt dizzy, I still struggled up becaue I was laying in the path of oncoming cars and I figured it was the more painful way to die.
Fortunately we south shore women are tough.
An shoot, girl, don’t you know to buy chocolate for yourself and all the “uncoupled” women of your acquaintance — cause it you wait for men to give it to you (anything) you’ll miss half of your life waiting.
And Happy Chocolate Day!
Be careful. That ice can get slippery!