I’ll just say it now. Winter is my LEAST favorite season. I don’t even have to shovel sidewalks or scrape my car and I still feel this way. Mostly because it’s too cold and the snow gets too sloshy and I hate the constant reapplication of tights. Layers really aren’t my thing.
That said. There have been many bright moments in this blight that is ‘winter.’
- This winter in New York has actually been mild. Perhaps my favorite. I didn’t even wear a coat to the airport on Christmas Eve! And we got our first snow yesterday. The very first real snow. It ended up being 26 inches or something. Which was just enough to keep me trapped in my house in PJs for 2 days. Actually not a bad way to handle snow I think. Also. Horray for 2 less months of snow than I’m accustomed to.
- Life has a way of filling up with good things. Like random selfies with this favorite of mine.
- I finally got to visit the NY transit museum. It’s in an old train station- how cool is that??
- My kiddos told funny stories, drew funny pictures, and actually listened for the first week after break. So fantastic. Now, here’s a picture of a car:
- And then my life took an unplanned detour- with a spontaneous trip to Indiana to catch a ride to Iowa to attend my great grandfather’s funeral. I got a seat to myself.Was greeted by RVs in the airport. (So… unique.) Went old school waiting on trains.Caught up with cousins and planned exciting trips. (Obviously- I’m the most excited of us all.) And then it was Iowa. I haven’t been in 5 years. Since this one got married. That also means it’s been 5 years since I’ve been all together with this clan. (The last time I saw some of these people, they were kids!)And then there was the part where I had to say goodbye to my last great grandparent. My grandpa actually asked me to speak at the funeral because “you’re a writer.” Well, I’m glad HE thinks so but I wasn’t so sure. I mean. How could I be the one to speak for everyone there?!? So I decided not to speak for them and instead, speak for me. And in that process, I realized that I am really going to miss this older man we called grandpa. I have so many sweet and savored memories surrounding my memories of him. Mostly of trips to Iowa as children. Not to mention the resounding impact he made in the person I am just from simply living his life humbly and raising his daughter, who raised her daughter, who raised me. Now here’s a picture of said great grandpa, on a bike. Too cool.
And that has been my winter thus far.
Apricity: (n) The warmth of the sun in winter.