I know I’ve been talking about my book a lot lately, so I’d like to change the subject to something very near and dear to my heart: the weather.
Because damn, it’s cold.
I am not a cold weather person. I’m a tank top, capri pants, flip flop loving, summer loving, outside loving sun worshipper. In other words–I like it hot. I might bitch and moan in August when it’s over 100 degrees and the sweat is pouring down my back, but you will never hear me utter the words–I can’t wait for winter. I might wish for fall and for the brutal heat to give me a break, but I will never wish for winter.
I hate winter. I hate being cold. I hate being unable to get warm. I don’t like being dressed in four layers of clothing. I loathe when my hands and feet get so cold that I have to wear gloves and my Ugg boots in the house just to get my brain cells to cooperate so I can write. (Hey, my brain cells shut down when I’m cold…doesn’t everyone’s?).
This week we had a couple inches of snow. That’s good enough for me. I grew up in the midwest (Missouri), so I do like four seasons. I like spring, when the rain spells renewal and everything bursts with growth. I love summer (obviously). I love fall when all the trees change color. Winter…bleh. That can hurry the hell up and move on out. It’s 7 degrees this morning with a wind chill of 7 below, and we’re in Oklahoma. This is the south, people. I don’t know how y’all up north deal with it.
Biker Dude and I have often talked about moving to the southeast, like Florida. We like the beach and the ocean. It’s our favorite place. But this is home and in a few years our house will be paid off, so home is where we’ll stay. Even if there is winter here.
Then again, did I mention it’s 7 degrees today? Yeah, Florida is looking pretty damn good right now.
So do you love winter or could you live without it? What’s your favorite season?