Winter, winter go away

I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry about the weather. All winter, I’ve been walking from my home to the garage with a handle from a dead mop, doing the penguin walk and watching as I cautiously put one foot in front of the other. So far no falls, but I intend to be vigilant in my walking no matter how long it takes to melt this winter wonderland.

Having a tropical heat wave last weekend though me off my game a bit. I still had to wear boots to traverse the terrain, but I also had to do a little puddle hopping. You know you need a new pair of boots when you’re contemplating which is worse — cold feet or wet feet. All winter I’ve had both.

I think the worst part of the weather dancing between warm and frigid is I can’t tell if I’m fighting a cold or if allergies are kicking in. I’ve been good about eating oranges or clementines every day. I got my flu shot early in the season, and I make use of those wet wipes stores offer for you to wipe down their shopping carts. Still, I fear I’m just one sneeze away from catching a monster cold.

Normally, I wouldn’t care so much, since having a cold is just part of the price we sometimes pay for living here. This weekend, however, we have the murder mystery dinner theater, and I just can’t have bad weather or a cold getting in my way. My cousins are coming from Iowa, and my sister will be up from Lake Geneva to see the show, so I’m hoping the weather behaves. It’s not often the stars align and we are able to all get together, so I’d hate to have them travel through a blizzard.

Although I sometimes see myself living in a tropical paradise, I know I would miss the changing of the seasons. I try to keep a positive mindset and remind myself that there is no bad weather, just poorly dressed people. Unfortunately, I’m one of those who can’t seem to get the outerwear right for this time of year. I filled a trash bag full of boots that no longer serve me well and pray that the pair I saved will last through the season.