I hate winter. Actually, the word 'hate' may not capture what I want to say; I loathe winter. Despise. Abhor. Deprecate. Detest. You can pick your favorite verb here, I really do not care for winter. I don’t like the icy roads, the constant and very real danger of slipping and breaking a bone, the extra preparation and supplies to keep in the car, the increased utility bills, the snow shoveling, the snow getting tracked into the house, the salt build-up on my vehicle, the need for extra clothing, the increased commute time, and the COLD.
|Fresh Snowfall in So. IL (2001)|
|Laiya Beach in San Juan (2001)|
|DO NOT ENTER - TOO PRETTY|
|Let's make a snowman!|
NO THANK YOU!!
As if walking in this treacherous, slippery landscape wasn't enough, you must do it with limited mobility due to the extra weight and restrictive clothing required to survive. To get through the winter we have to wear coats, thermal underwear, nonskid (and waterproof) boots, scarves, stocking caps, earmuffs, gloves and other various miscellaneous items. A family of four has to get up an extra 90 minutes early in the morning just to get everyone dressed.
There is still the worst part of winter to contend with: the COLD. Some days it is so bad it takes your breath away as soon as you step out the door. You must dress appropriately if you want to survive your excursion out of the house. If you go overboard and dress too warmly you will start to sweat. The perspiration could then freeze and crack your face exposing your brain to the elements. If you do not wear enough clothing (or choose something that doesn't break the wind, isn't waterproof, or gives easy access for bathroom breaks) then you run the risk of various winter ailments. You could get hypothermia, pneumonia, frostbite, or Mad Cow Disease. Midwestern Mothers are always warning their children to wear a hat over their ears because if the ears get too cold they could freeze solid causing them to break off if the child turns his head too quickly. Every winter numerous fingers and toes are lost to frostbite, not to be found again until the early spring thaw. Unfortunately, by then they are too soggy to do anything with.
As much as I hate this season, I think I am ready. I have stocked up on soup and coffee and have signed up for all online courses for my college classes. I am not leaving this apartment until March. And that will only be to get umbrellas, raincoats, and a canoe, because it will then be time for the torrential spring rains. I hate spring.