P365 - 2015 - Day 25 - that time of year again

P365 - 2015 - Day 25 - that time of year again

It's that time of year again.  The time of year when I start trying to remember why I never moved to a tropical climate, somewhere where the outcome of this map would have no impact on my life.  That time of year when I start diagnosing myself with "seasonal affect disorder" and wonder if I should buy a sun lamp or a tanning bed.  The time of year when all I want is to stop layering my clothes in a futile attempt to not be cold.  The time of year that I start to irrationally think that we are stuck in a time loop reminiscent of  the movie "Ground Hog Day".  Dramatic? Perhaps.  But it's also the time of year that I become most dramatic, write the most mental memos to Mother Nature, and curse under my breath while watching the impending doom of a snow accumulation map.  I am not a winter person.  I am serious when I say I was not made for this and I am ill equipped to handle the temperatures, precipitation, and general uncertainty of the weather.  I was born in the heat of July for Heaven's sake and I believe that that has forever rendered me a Summer girl.  Made for sun, warm ocean breezes, bikinis, and beach chairs.  It's not my fault.  It's just who I am.  I know there are people who say they enjoy winter and while I don't understand them, I respect their opinion.  But my opinion is that winter is a cold, dreary, grey time when the sun is too far away.  In years past I have tried to embrace it, accept that it is winter and it will be cold and inevitably it will snow.  But this year I have decided to not embrace it in protest.  I am instead going to petition for a year with no winter because I feel like that is a fair request and even those people that say they like winter, deep down, would enjoy a year off from icy roads, freezing temperatures, and ridiculous snow storms that could dump two feet of snow.  So I am stating my formal protest here and now and welcome you to sign my petition.  If you need me I will be imagining my lamp is the sun and this stupid weather map is a cruel joke.  (In reality, if you need me, I will probably be shoveling us out from snow piles bigger than our dunes...)