I am not a big fan of winter. I can’t say that I have a favorite season, but, if I did, winter would not be in the top three finalists.
Indeed, when I see a car with a “Think Snow” bumper sticker, I have an insane urge to shoot its headlights out.
It’s no so much the cold, nor even the heating bills (though, after this winter, it may be the heating bills).
It’s taking five more minutes to get out of the house because of having to put on umpteen more layers of clothes.
It’s not being able to move because of umpteen more layers of clothes.
It’s having to wear long handles and Gore-Tex boots to work. And I work inside!
It’s not being able to leave the doors to the screened porch open. Now I have to open and close them to let the dogs out. And the darned dogs are worse than cats. They want in. They want out. One wants in, the other wants out. Then the first one decides he doesn’t want to be in if the other one is out and wants to go out again. Open and close. Open and close. Open and close.
But most of all, I realized today, I hate having to turn on my headlights to drive home. It’s just not right.
And soon, as December approaches, I’ll have to turn on my headlights in both directions. I’ll go in the building while it’s still dark and exit the building when it’s already dark.
If you have a “Think Snow” bumper sticker, be very careful if you see a little yellow truck following you . . . .