I wore shoes today. Real shoes. I hate wearing real shoes. I like flip flops, sandals, anything where I can see my toes.
I always thought I liked the change in seasons but not this year. I’m not ready for cooler weather. I still feel traumatized by last winter. I can’t shake the memory of those February days in the single digits when our heat stopped working.
On top of that, we had no spring this year. It went from freezing cold to burning hot. Never was it just warm. I want the kind of weather that you don’t notice — not too hot and not too cold. I want nice — for at least another month or two. I don’t want to wear my jeans. I don’t want to wear sweatshirts. I just want to be comfortable sitting outside in shorts and a tee shirt. Is it too much to ask?
Here are my complaints about cold weather:
- Stuck inside. I miss sitting outside on the patio or front porch.
- Too much laundry. We go from three loads in the summer to six or more loads in the winter.
- Socks all over the house. For some reason, the kids are always taking off their socks and leaving them everywhere.
- Cold house. Built in 1889, it’s just never warm enough.
- Poor circulation. In my advanced years, my circulatory system is failing, and I randomly lose feeling in my fingers and toes when I get cold.
- Dark. When it gets cold, it gets dark. I crave sunlight and even now, there is just not enough.
- Bundling up to exercise. I hate piling on clothes to go for a bike ride or a run. You start off cold, then get hot and sweaty, and then you get cold again because you’re all wet. So much better to just be warm from the start.
- Working out at the gym. I’d much rather be outside.
- Crappy fruit. Everything tastes so much better in the summer. Except for maybe clementines.
- No color. Everything dies when it gets cold and turns dingy. Cold means the absence of color.
In an attempt to end on a positive note, there are a few good things about cold weather:
- Fires in the fireplace. You can’t sit outside but you can gather around a fire for a movie night.
- Football. It’s fun to watch as a family.
- Chili. It’s something we only eat in the winter, in front of the fireplace and while watching football.
- Snow. Though 30 inches is overkill, I do like a night of being snowed in with the family.
That being said, I’m hoping for a few more weeks of days in the 70s and nights in the 60s.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein, who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 17, Lilly, 16, Adam, 16, and Jonah, 11.