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We’re getting a little hint of springtime where I live.  The wind still blows cold but the sun’s been shining and temperatures are above freezing.  There’s still snow on the ground, but it’s sticky and wet.

Husby made a present for me with the sticky, wet snow.  I looked out the patio door and saw this:

He stood on the deck with his crooked willow arms and shy smile looking into the window of the sliding door.  At about one-and-a-half feet tall he was the cutest, most petite snowman I’d ever seen and made he me laugh every time I passed and looked out.

Alas, by the next day the sun kept shining and the temperature was determined to reach forty.  By mid-day the eyes of my little snow friend had popped out and all that remained of his happy smile was an indentation in his icy head.  And because the wind was strong and the sun was warm his icy neck melted and his head hung at an odd angle.  I felt sad pity for him, but his faceless, lopsided self gave me the message that spring is on its way.

I hope little snowman’s demise isn’t in vain.

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The Bad Jokes Feet Play

As much as I love the season of ice and snow there are two things that make it a little difficult.  Ice and snow.

On his daily trek to get the mail, carefully walking on the icy road in front of our house, Husby’s feet decided to slide out from under him and down the rest of him went.  It’s a trick our feet like to play in the winter ~ no matter how careful we are once in a while they’re in the mood for a little slapstick, making us a laughing stock to any neighbors looking out their windows at the time while simultaneously hurting the rest of our body.

Husby landed on a hand, then elbow, then face.  Poor thing.

Yikes! A nice little gash, some very colorful bruising and a lot of puffiness. Nice work, feet.

He says he’s okay, it’s not bad, he’s had worse.  Pfft, I say.  I immediately checked his pupils for signs of a head injury and although he said everything was fine he assured me he’d summon me to take him to the emergency room if necessary.

When people ask what happened Husby will respond, “you should see the other guy!”

Husby is indeed just fine, suffering only from soreness on the arm on which he landed.  His eye never got so puffy that he couldn’t see out of it.  The thing is, we both kind of hope that cut leaves a scar, because nothing says sexy like the remnants of a battle, even if that battle was with ice and snow.

** Update** Today the bruising as traveled to Husby’s lower eye lid.  His eye looks like a big, red Christmas ornament.  Ho ho ho!

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Surviving The Winter of 2014

OK, it’s been two weeks since I last posted anything and I feel just terrible.  Not because I haven’t been entertaining the masses, but because I haven’t written.  I want to write, but I don’t write.  I read, but I don’t write.  What’s wrong with me?

Today the answer came to me.  It’s this dang winter that’s bringing me down.  I hate it when all people can talk about is the weather, and I hate it even more when people in Minnesota complain about snow and cold because, seriously, you live in Minnesota and what do you expect?  But this winter is different.  This winter even has me complaining.

It’s been bitterly cold and massively snowy for three solid months.  A lot of people might think “bitterly cold” is anything at the freezing mark (32 degrees F), but I’m talking sub-zero freaking degrees…for months on end.  OK, maybe not sub-zero for three months solid, but I can’t remember the last time we reached a wind-chill factor over twenty degrees F.

I love winter.  Really, I do.  It’s a wonderful time to lie dormant like everything else.  It’s quiet time.  It’s cozy time.  But people around here are obsessed and have turned ugly for the fact that they can’t even go outside without their faces hurting.  Everyone’s crabby.  And those that aren’t crabby are sickeningly positive saying how beautiful the world is covered with the pure white snow and glistening ice.  We all know the people who are being positive are just trying to compensate for the car that won’t start or the driveway that needs shoveling before going to work.

There’s going to be a day not too far in the future when everyone around here will be complaining about the heat and humidity and they’ll be wishing for a sub-zero day with -75% humidity.

Me, personally?  I’m crabby too.  I’m stir crazy and just wishing I could get to the day job on a road that isn’t coated with two inches of ice.  I’m tired of shivering.  I’m tired of hearing, “cold enough for you?”  I’m tired of listening to people who are tired of this winter.

There.  I’m ashamed of this rant but I got it out of my system.  I’ve had enough of this winter.  I would like some temperatures above 25 degrees F.  I would love the wind to die down to about 5 mph.  March is my least favorite month of the year, but I hope this year it brings a little bit of warmth.  Minnesota can surely use it.

Current temperature: 8 degrees F.  Wind: 34 mph.  Windchill factor: -35 degrees F.

Sun and blue skies give the illusion of warmth. Trust me, it’s not warm.

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The Day After

The day is soft and quiet ~ the day after Christmas.  The pine trees lining our yard have beautiful highlights of white snow on top of the dark green needles and the squirrels are playing with each other between their nut-gathering activities beneath the bird feeder.  When I looked outside our bedroom window on the second floor of the house I noticed deer tracks across the front yard, right up to the front window of the house.

From my bedroom window.

I wish I could have seen them lingering outside the window.  Or maybe seeing a creature staring back at me through the parlor window would have freaked me out.  We live in the suburbs, after all.

Again from the bedroom window up on the second floor.  Tracks right up to the shrubs directly in front of the parlor window. Yikes.

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Wordless Wednesday

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