You guys, I hate winter. I don’t know when this happened. When I was a kid, I was great with winter. I loved sledding and ice skating and if there was a pile of snow somewhere (the taller, the better), you could probably find me climbing it. Again and again. Because who can get enough of climbing snow piles? Not me when I was under 5 feet tall, that’s for sure.
When I was in third or fourth grade, we had this righteous pile of snow that had been pushed to the edge of the playground by the plow, and at recess, all the kids walked along the top in a single-file line. Why? Because that seemed like a fun game, that’s why.
It was kinda like this:
Ah, sweet nostalgia.
These days, though, I doubt anybody would find me climbing snow piles (at least not willingly) and if there’s a question of doing an outdoor activity in the winter, my answer is usually something along the lines of “Can’t we just wait until April?”
I guess this is because I’m turning into a grumpy old lady who doesn’t like to be cold. Hey snow, get offa my lawn. Something. Or maybe it’s because I can just sit on my couch and watch Netflix and I know I can do that at any time of the year, but it seems more okay when it’s a frozen wasteland outside.
Winter: no pressure to stop wasting my life.
(Maybe I should reconsider how I feel about it.)
So anyway, here are some things I’ve been enjoying so far this winter while I haven’t been climbing snow piles:
1. The Fall. I watched the first series of this show over the summer, and just binged the second series on Netflix last weekend. Have you seen it? I read awhile ago, I think in The Guardian when the second series premiered in the UK a few months ago, that the show was terribly misogynist, but I tend to agree with Jezebel’s take, that it’s a feminist crime drama. Gillian Anderson is fantastic in it and it’s creepy and smart and did I mention Gillian Anderson? Because Gillian Anderson. (People are excited about The X-Files coming back, but I never got into this show. My jam in the 90s was Homicide: Life on the Street because I guess I love murder stories.)
2. Reading some books. Right now I’m into The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood, but I’ll write more about it when I finish. I’ve heard that winter is a good time to read Russian novels (I guess because they are long and bleak just like winter), but just like every year, I think 2015 won’t be the year that I finally finish Anna Karenina.
3. Buying things from Amazon, because then I don’t have to leave the house. I bought a spiral vegetable slicer, because I think I’ve been spending too much time on Pinterest. But it’s stupidly fun. Tonight I’m going to spiralize (apparently a word, according to blogs about spiral-cutting vegetables) a butternut squash and I’m excited about it and I should get out more.
4. Snuggling Sweet Pea because she is the cutest.
5. Having my life revolutionized by an electric blanket. About five years ago, I explained the problem with my bedroom, in that it is cold all the time. On a typical winter night, I used to have to wear a couple of sweatshirts and a couple of pairs of socks just to be able to get some sleep (instead of lying awake and shivering), but this year for Christmas, my mom bought me an electric blanket. If I remember to turn it on about an hour or so before bedtime, when I do go to bed, everything is nice and toasty and I can turn the blanket off and stay comfortable. Even without extra layers of clothing! Miracle! But sometimes I don’t remember to turn it on an hour or so before bedtime, so I turn it on when I get into bed and forget to turn it off before I fall asleep, and then I wake up at about 2 a.m. nearly roasted to death, which is unpleasant, but you know? I’ll take it over being cold.