~~~~building across the street shot through frosted window.
Nope. Not me. Smells cold – icy, actually. Winter temperatures have finally settled on Wisconsin. Not the snow that everyone was hoping would fall in time for Christmas – just the cold.
Now, if I lived in a sane environment, like Florida (apologies to any Floridians I may have insulted with this statement…) the new year might smell more wonderful – like the salty-tang of the ocean spray…or the floral notes from your favorite blooming garden shrubbery…but it certainly wouldn’t smell cold.
Right now, it is 4 degrees. With the winds up and ruffling everyone’s hair – the weather station says it feels like -10.
I certainly didn’t want to get out of bed this morning and make the trek through the freezer to work. The cats didn’t want to see me go, either – they’d rather I performed the much more important task of comfortably settling into my recliner to be their warm-blooded furniture with hands that gently stroke the fur. But…duty calls!
last year, on my way to work, after a ‘light’ snow.
I really should be used to this by now – I’ve lived in the frozen Mid-west all my life – and every year it gets “Wow, that windchill is vicious!” cold. Every year I re-acclimate myself to the heavy boots, the heavy coat, and gloves. Every year I leave the house a few minutes earlier than usual, so the car can have the 5 minutes it needs to warm up before I put it in drive and head to work.
But hey! – at least we’re over the sunshine dimming a bit quicker each year, and are on the upward swing toward more light each day. In this kind of cold, you gotta take whatever little happy moments you can get.
New Year’s eve is presented as a time to ‘reset.’
Facebook, and other social media, are awash in everyone declaring how they’re going to be a better person once we toss the 2014 calendars, and hang new ones.
Oh…and in Wisconsin…we’re gearing up for the Beer-fest this evening. Everyone spend the last few hours of the old year getting so sodding drunk you can’t remember the first few hours of the new one.
Have I mentioned lately that Wisconsin runs on hops?
So what are my resolutions? I don’t have any. I resolved quite a number of years ago to not do the New Year’s resolution bit…with great success, I might add.
What will come, will come…and I’ll ride the wave as I always do.