You know what sucks? Every season that isn’t summer. Over the course of the last year I was very adamant about moving South. And once the time to do so got closer, I started making up excuses about why I didn’t want to leave – one of which was not wanting to miss out on all four of the beautiful changing seasons.
Once I did decide to stay, we were thrown into the most mild of winters ever. It was 70 degrees on Christmas Day. There was no precipitation in the forecast. And all I could think was ‘Gosh this is a bummer – where is the winter!’
Well, last week we got snow. And cold. And clouds. And we plummeted deep into the heart of sad, sick, winter depression.
This sucks. I’ve been in a bad mood for a straight week. Darcy won’t go in the snow and when she does she eats the salt and then throws up all day. I have more bruises from falling than a battered piece of fruit. I’ve spent half my life savings on Uber surge fees and more hours than I can count sitting in traffic and listening to cars slam on their horns due to Philadelphia’s aversion to plowing their streets.
Nothing good comes from the snow. You’re pale. Your Uggs get ruined. You’re cold. Who ever wants to be cold? Winter drinks are like – White Russians and Hot Toddys. The summer is filled with sunshine and margaritas and happiness and baseball. You know what sports the winter has after football season? Me neither – because hockey is boring.
I’ll leave you with this. The most amusement to come out of a blizzard. Here’s hoping again that PETA hasn’t figured me out yet…
She was less than thrilled.
It is gross out today. Deep down, I always love a rainy day – but I can’t get away with describing the weather as “beautiful.” I’m nowhere near as clever with as I am when I’m in my roof office with a glass of wine and the sun blazing down on me. My brain works best when bronzing. So I struggled a little this afternoon with what to write about.
I finished training and started working on my own at my new job today. It was very exciting and empowering to feel busy and responsible again. And I had to be there super early. I was in the studio by 5:18 AM. So you can imagine that I was exhausted when I got home at 1:30 PM. Darcy and I went for a quick walk, read the news, and took a nap.
When I woke up a couple of hours later, I was groggy and starving. The weather had only gotten worse. Which again was alright, every so often it’s nice to have a chilly rainy day. As my plans were cancelled on account of no one wanting to leave their couch, I decided it was a night for one of my favorite meals… Pizza and wine. I love making my own pizza, but the only ingredient I have in my fridge is mozzarella (your cheese drawer should always be fully stocked in order to ensure daily satisfaction) and food always tastes better when someone makes it for you and your kitchen remains in tact.
This should be the case across the tri-state area tonight
So I set out. I distracted Darcy to the best of my ability (covered a lot of toys with a lot of peanut butter) and quietly sneaked downstairs (fun fact – ‘snuck’ is not really a word) and made my way outside. Once I got there, I realized I didn’t have an umbrella, so I would have to make a run for it. I jogged to the pizza place and got a couple of smiles and a head nod on the way there when I realized – these silly people who did remember their umbrellas just think I’m dedicated and going for a run – rain or shine. My poor unassuming neighbors – having so much confidence in me. Little did they know I didn’t want to get wet and really just wanted my pizza faster. I didn’t render the same approving looks as I jogged home with a pizza box.
Never start a meal with this much red without an anti-acid on hand
Regardless – I was happy. And technically I got some cardio in too! I got back to my apartment, was greeted by my very stressed out puppy, who had apparently realized I was missing, and took the next step towards dinner of letting my wine breathe. It’s been a successful evening. I’ve somehow written almost 500 words about my love of pizza and secret acceptance of rainy days, enjoyed some great wine, and even gave Darcy a little piece of pizza. According to the internet it’s going to kill her but she seemed very pleased with the decision.
I hope everyone else’s rainy day was as cozy and comfortable as ours has become.