I have been a bad blogger, I freely admit this much. As you can see, my last update to Eleven 22 was ages ago. In the blog world I did the equivalent of falling off the face of the Earth.
Surprisingly enough, I can’t tell you why. I suspect it had to do with the holiday bustle, winter, the numerous colds, strep throat encounters and general malaise.
One could mix in a bit of depression (mild) I suppose. I didn’t feel depressed, but I always tend to think about my Mother more during the holidays. The pain of her loss has faded to something more like a muted sadness.
More than likely, I was just burned out. I should have posted that I was taking a break, I just didn’t know at the time that I was. Ah well, let’s talk about Spring.
I have a Fever! Spring fever (I have a vision of Christopher Walken in my head right now). We start off Winter strong, its cold, our life seems to crystallize right before our eyes.
Most people hate Winter, I rather enjoy it, or should I say I enjoy the cold. As a person perpetually hot (note to self — lose weight you fool!) the cold weather lets me wear more clothes that I would normally never attempt in lesser weather.
Of course this freedom does not come with potential perils, Winter also heralds the “over heated house” syndrome that most people impose upon their thermostat.
You know what I mean, you enter a house that feels good the minute you step in from the cold, and quickly turns to a suffocating, overbearing heat. “Oh crap!” you think to yourself, as you mentally go over the layers of clothes you are wearing trying to decide which to lose first and in a manner that doesn’t offend your host.
Winter also amplifies the complaints of the terminally cold. My wife is one such person, hates the cold, hates everything about it, and is terminally cold. Doesn’t matter if we are outside or in, she is cold.
This leads to an internal struggle in my home my wife’s desire to turn our house into a sauna, and my desire to keep it pauperesquely cold. What then are the results of this struggle?
My house is a sauna, and I end up wearing a t-shirt and shorts inside the entire Winter. Yes, I am king of my castle (sic)!
But back to Spring, things are fresh, the air has a clean pure taste and feel on the skin. Cool hints of the failing Winter can be felt. Its like a green version of Fall with a healthy peppering of rain on the side.
And after the transition of Winter from white wonderland to urban gray snow, it comes as no surprise to me that everyone goes nuts the second they can run around outside in clothes that a more suited for Summer.
Death followed by rebirth. The endless cycle of the seasons. And so I have returned from my version of a blog death. Hopefully reborn, rejuvenated and ready to blog with a new perspective that only Spring can bring.
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