I’m sitting here trying to think of something to post, but the winter funk’s ruined my mind. We had freezing rain last night and woke up to everything covered in a solid sheet of ice. I wanted to take the truck to drive my daughter to school (it should have been a SNOW DAY, Mr. Superintendent), but the rippling ice was 1/2 inch thick all over the windows, and I didn’t have the energy or time to scrape it off. So I took the wimpy van and hoped I wouldn’t be in a fatality.
I wasn’t…and so I still must post.
What do I write about when I have the winter funk? I don’t know. That’s why I’m babbling (on the keyboard). I’m actually silent as I sit here…so don’t think I’m talking to myself all crazy-like.
I guess I’ll write about spring, because that’s the only thought strong enough to bunk the funk. (I have no idea what that means, but it rhymes. You’re welcome). I always love spring, because my irises start blooming and they always make me smile. But this year I’m probably never going to stop grinning because I’ll be so dang excited that winter is behind me…a COLD, ICY winter that has no reason being in Boise. Not one!
If the wasps have been killed off by the single and negative digits, then I will be thankful for winter later. For now, It’s put me in a funk…and that’s no bunk. (That didn’t make any more sense than the first rhyme…but that’s what winter funk does to a writer!)
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think my daughter will be calling soon for a ride home from school. I must go use my wifely wiles to try to convince my husband I’m too much of a danger on the icy roads to be allowed to go get her. Wish me luck.