Pretty much every time I walk the dog and the temperature is below 30 I return with a touch of frostbite on my chubby cheeks. It would be much more adorable if I were 5 instead of 51, which I might mention often for a little bit before that number gets bumped up next month.
This morning I did my usual weekend slog, and did not walk sweet pea immediately upon waking, which gets more complicated on a Saturday when Josh has his dance class at noon, so since the snow was not predicted to start falling until noon, I decided I would drop Josh off at dance and then walk sweet pea during the still not treacherous early part of the snow storm, which seemed like a solid plan until the snow started coming down at 10AM. I followed through anyway, and so as not to surprise anyone walked out of the woods with bright red stinging cheeks. It probably doesn't help that it was 21 degrees during todays walk/snowfall.
Have I told you enough how much I do not like snow? My "feelings" about snow are getting uglier with each passing winter. It could possibly have something to do with the slip on the ice concussion of 2015 or the slip on the ice almost break everything from my wrist to my shoulder blade, but require 3 separate MRIs to access all of the damage winter of 2014. It may have started with the slip on the ice of '96 which resulted in a fractured scaphoid and three months casted. (all of which had my thumb in a cast and half of which were arm bent at a 90 degree angle and cast up to my arm pit)
This is my recollection of my response to winter in upstate New York during college..It's zero degrees out? Better bring my gloves for the liqour store outing. Here is my recollection of how I responded to snow while the kids were young. Snow? Who wants to go sledding?! And today when it's cold or I look outside and see snow SHIT!
Despite all of the warning signs which might indicate I am going to be a cranky old lady I thought I'd mention that in the past week I spent a few minutes with two different older women, one of whom is 85, who are bright, sunny and the essence of lovely and each time I walked away from the encounter thinking that I aspire to grow old as graciously as those two women. (Just maybe in a warmer climate)
I brought my camera with me on the walk mostly because it was gently softly snowing when we left the house (but not by the time I got to the woods, of course) and also because somehow despite listening to the news all morning I missed the part where it was 21 degrees here. (My camera does not work if it gets below 18 degrees) I did take some photos in the blinding wet horizontal snow but I don't have such high hopes for them since after taking the last photo I realized that my breath was not only fogging up the view finder that my eye sees through but the front of the lens too. I suspect that most of the images will have been shot through a half frosted over lens. If I don't laugh at myself I'm going to jump off a bridge, so I'm laughing!! HAHAHAHA