Before I begin, let me just say that I’ve tried — really tried — to embrace the whole spirit of winter thing. I’ve done the snowshoeing and the cross-country skiing; I’ve admired the sparkling beauty of fresh snow on a sunny day (and beneath a full moon, for that matter); I’ve thrown myself with determined abandon into snowman- and fort-making; I’ve even tried to convince myself that there’s no place like a fireplace on a January night.
I’m not buying it anymore.
Consider this scenario: it’s a summer day, and you need to go to the grocery store three blocks away. You slip on your sandals, grab your sunglasses, and quick as a wink, you’re out the door. Time spent getting ready: 20 seconds or less.
Now compare it to this: it’s winter, and you need to go to the same grocery store. You don thick socks and a sweater, rescue your scarf from the laundry room where you hung it to dry after your last outing, retrieve your boots from the puddle at the bottom of the closet (and wring out the laces because you forgot to tuck them into the boots), struggle into your coat (and then struggle with the zipper), scrounge through the drawer for a hat, and put on mittens that are so thick, they make it impossible to open the door. Time spent getting ready: 20 minutes or more. And now you have to pee.
Yeah. Summer wins that contest for me, too. Un-mittened hands down.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go stoke the fire. 😉