I happily drove around in horrible, slick, snowy conditions this morning, gliding past accident after accident after accident, because there was a big blue sky above me and sun shining in the windows.
I had a lot of errands to run which would normally make me a little grumpy, but I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face if I tried.
I never thought I would feel this way about the sun.
I was driving around smiling and shaking my head, thinking, "We just keep going through all of this, every year... Crazy..."
Jason was up in the dark this morning shoveling snow, and our friendly neighbor helped us out with his new snowblower.
Snowfall after snowfall, we dig ourselves out, we trudge through, and we help our neighbors trudge through (or in our case our neighbors help us).
There's SOMETHING about it... Something that kind of makes you feel alive. Something that makes you huddle together. Something about the friendly Wisconsinites enduring the blustery cold blowing snow. Something about all those layers of clothes, the ugly boots, the hat hair for months and months, the regular consumption of alcohol, the extra layers of fat...
As much as I hate it sometimes, especially when the sun hides for weeks at a time, I also think it's kind of... What is the word I'm looking for... scary+fun+cozy+heartwarming+unbelievably awful+ Well... I'll think about it. You can help me out if you like.
I guess what I'm saying is... Wisconsin isn't for everyone, but for now at least, I kind of love it (even when I hate it).