This winter is on pace to become one of the worst in recorded history, and yet I remain unnaturally upbeat.
There are three possibilities: (1) I’m high on snowblower fumes; (2) The cold has damaged my brain; or (3) I am actually asleep, and will soon awaken to discover that I’ve lost my toes to frostbite.
First, let me set the stage. “As of Thursday the Twin Cities have experienced 46 nights below zero. … [and] with at least 2-3 more nights of subzero fun, I suspect we’ll wind up 3rd on the all-time list.” So wrote meteorologist Paul Douglas, helpfully adding that “… it takes some mental toughness to accept what some long range models continue to spit out.”
I didn’t need much mental toughness to deal with last week’s snow — but what ensued was another matter. A week later downtown still looks bleak, and the streets are still sheets of ice …
… and earlier today, as more snow arrived, a serious pileup actually closed an interstate highway.
Some of my friends are resorting to humor as a coping mechanism.
Me? I’m trying to adapt. For instance: Because my 1989 VW doesn’t have traction control, commuting by car is suicidal. So instead of driving to work I’ve been taking the bus for the past week.
Yes, I’ve gotten very (very!) cold when the temperatures look like this, and the bus is a half-hour late.
But I’ve also watched my stress level plummet, and I’ve discovered that it’s wonderful to spend some time outside every day — even if it hurts.
So there you have it: My annoyingly upbeat weather streak continues! But please stay tuned. I’ve got to crack eventually, and when I do it will be SPECTACULAR.