Written by Cathy
Something has been bothering me this winter. And I am afraid my reaction is a sign of aging. What’s bothering me is the weather. Here in central PA winter is supposed to be cold:
This winter? There have been temperatures in the 50s!
Not the kind of winter I remember.
Picture bulky wool coats, gloves, scarves, shivers and chills. I have these memories of winter when we would skate on the pond not just once, but weekend after weekend. Crack the Whip and then hot cocoa.
With a marshmallow mustache.
Scarves damp from mouth breathing, mittens stiff with ice. Then the smell of wet wool steaming on the radiator. That is what winter is supposed to be!
I know I am in danger of sounding like those old people–the ones who walked through knee-deep snow to school up hill both ways. I know. But that’s the problem. I feel like one of those people. Because I want things to be as they should be. I am not so capable of adapting to the unexpected.