I'm able bodied, young, fit, stubborn and spry. Additionally, to help with the unfortunate physics of being inexperienced with all things winter, I have Yaktrax to help out with what I have not yet mastered. I will not sugar-coat my disdain of Minnesota winter weather, but if it weren't already clear by the tone of my previous posts, let it be known officially that I wrestle daily with the question, "Why the hell am I in Minnesota?"
Today it's gray and dreary outside. Actual temperature right now is -4.4 degrees, wind chill is -20 degrees and we've had forecasts of snow since last night. (I know: it's colder outstate. I know: all you locals have lived through -80 degrees. I know: some of you pay $500 heating bills every month. I know, I know, I don't care.)
Okay, here's what I'm trying to get to. Why in the world would you live here if you are elderly? Permanently in use of a wheelchair? Chronically ill? I'm doing just fine in the scope of health and agility, and I slip all the time on ice, tromp awkwardly through snow, whine into the wind, and bitterly bitch about sub-zero temperatures. I cannot imagine how difficult this must be for anyone who's just not feeling so great.
I just walked home and crossed paths with a very old man who was so hunched over he could not comfortably look up to see where he was going. He carried a very large, heavy bag and wore tennis shoes. I'm so saddened that he has to get somewhere, and it's so uncomfortable and super slippery outside.
Long before I moved here and toward the end of the phase L. and I can only refer to simply and fondly as "friendship," I actually said to her, "I have no reason to go ever to Minnesota. Except to see you, I guess."
And now I live here. Indefinitely.
It sure is amazing what we put up with. The trade-off is unquestionably worth it - success, happiness, family, love, clarity, direction, purpose. I'm just not sure if the putting-up-with gets more arduous or more tolerable with time. By the time I'm old and frail and dependent on devices for mobility, I really wonder if I'll have grown to ignore or (gasp!) even enjoy November through March.
growing to love what I expected to hate and all the daily craziness surrounding the weather
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- Angry punching squirrel carved out of snow
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- One of those backwards days
- How to talk Minnesotan
- Mango salsa in January
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- Live piano player at Menards!
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- To illustrate my point
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3 comments:
my friend who is in a wheelchair had to move because of the snow build-up on the sidewalks. she just couldn't roll around anymore. minnesota lost a really cool person due to the weather... i, on the other hand, love that i don't have to wear sunscreen for 5 months. to each her own!
I've always liked the warm side of Minnesota, even the hot side, but I will say that winter has its charms. I get much more reading done in the winter. I watch more movies and I'm never sun burned. I don't sneeze as much or carry my epi pen in fear of the bees and their stings.
And, the reality is, I have to make the best of it because I choose to live here.
Thanks, you two, thanks for nudging up my spirits a little.
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