Sunday, March 22, 2009

wrong again.

This is as predictable as the seasons themselves. I think I'm prepared for the vagaries of what passes for four seasons in this part of the world ("aren't we lucky", people say, "to have four complete seasons to enjoy" while I fume to myself) and then I find out that I'm not. I'm as vulnerable as I was my first "spring" away from home when I realized to my horror that what I thought was normal weather for March, was actually normal weather for June here.

So today is the day when I am not fit to be around. I'm stomping around like a two-year old, and I'm just plain angry and frustrated that it's cold outside. I know its childish, but I can still be reduced to tears by this. I'm trying not to whine, I really am. I'll be better tomorrow. But for today, just give me a little space. I just want to be warm. I am heartsick, I am lonely, I am depressed. I just want to be warm.

7 comments:

Andrea Rusin said...

Oh, sweetie, I know. Every year winter disappears through the force of my will. I scare it off with my bad temper. I remember that March 1 was the first "barefoot day" when we were kids. WTF??? It's almost April and I'm still wearing a coat, much less shoes.

Patrice said...

If it's any comfort it's still pretty chilly down here in the mornings and evenings - in the 40's. We had dinner on the patio Friday night and froze our butts off. And it looks like you'll be in the 60's by Friday!

Andrea said...

It's going to be in the 30s here for the next 10 days. I'm irked.

Lisa said...

Sometimes stomping and not being fit to be around is necessary! I find that my family appreciates my normal bright mood, that much more. Don't worry, the sun will come out and the weather will warm. Have a cup of tea and wait it out.

Greg said...

Hang in there, I hear spring is coming!

Nina said...

thanks for all the supportive comments. It's a little embarrassing to be so undone by the weather, but there it is. I am undone.

I think there needs to be a word (equivalent to the word "ex-pat" maybe) for what it means to be away from one's weather home. At least to me, it's as unsettling and being away from my cultural home for any length of time. I would never really be comfortable living in another country, although I love to travel. I will never really be comfortable living in a climate where the dogwood doesn't bloom until June.

As promised, I'll be better tomorrow--or the day after that.

Nina said...

cool avatar, greg!