As you no doubt are aware, I haven’t posted for a while. It’s not that there hasn’t been anything to post about, far from it, in fact. The truth is, I really, really don’t like winter, and the feeling is mutual. I was pretty much ready for winter to be over by the second week of November, but it persisted in hanging around like a bored, sulky teenager.
I may have mentioned this before, but I take an attitude adjuster. No, not just alcohol, thank you very much. A few years ago when things were particularly bad, my GP added another one to the mix, in the hope that it would help me cope with the season. It worked to a reasonable extent, but it had a rather unpleasant side effect, and as this was affecting my personal life, I quit it.
Being in a better place than before, I haven’t really needed it, but this year has been particularly bad. I’m pretty sure that Covid has been something of a factor, as the lockdown and restrictions have bitten pretty deep into social interactions, and although things eased up over the summer, it will take time to reap any benefit from being able to go to the pub, restaurants, etc.
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Despite all the rain and gray skies typical of the top left corner at this time of year, my wife and I had a pretty good end of the year. I’m not a big fan of Thanksgiving, as it isn’t really my holiday to begin with, and it seems like an awful lot of fuss for what is essentially a dry run for Christmas. Anyway, I survived the mayhem that is Thanksgiving shopping, and as the store closes early on this day I had plenty of time to get home and change before heading out to dinner.
Some friends had invited us to join them, along with 14 other people, and I’m always a big fan of any meal I don’t have to cook, although I think you can guess as to how I feel about meeting people I don’t already know. My fears were allayed, however, when within a couple of minutes of arriving, a strangers’ second question was whether I drink spirits!
Said stranger then proceeded to serve me a hefty dose of 148 proof rum which had been aged for six months in an oak barrel. Needless to say, I had a grand time, and survived the evening by pacing myself and eating a substantial percentage of my body weight in dinner.
We were lucky this year in that Christmas weekend was my scheduled week to have the kids. I’d taken the 22nd off, so they came over the evening before and we celebrated Christmas on the 23rd as they would be spending the day itself with their Mum and Grandfather.
It’s interesting to think about how our Christmases have changed over the years: the kids are now quite used to celebrating twice, and as they both like and get on well with my wife, it makes for a very comfortable time. Of course, presents are the big thing, and as my son seems to be building a car out of spare parts, (he isn’t, it just feels like it) the lists have changed quite a bit since Thomas the Tank Engine and Harry Potter novels were top of the list.
Still, it was great to see the kids enjoy themselves, especially when my son unwrapped the gaming steering wheel we’d bought him. He’d asked for it last year, but I baulked at the price, but seeing as it was on the list again, he really wanted it so we gave it to him as a joint present.
The kids really made an effort this year, and their presents for my wife were very thoughtful and kind. They were used to my previous girlfriend, so Dad having a new wife was a bit of an adjustment, but they are old enough to understand, and they put in the effort, for which I really appreciate them.
Of course, the kicker came on the 26th. After a quiet Christmas on our own, I woke up to the sight of several inches of snow on the ground. It had been forecast, but I don’t put much weight in snow predictions around here for the obvious reasons. I had to go in to work, or I’d lose a day’s holiday pay for the 25th, so suitably bundled, I headed out.
I don’t know if you’re a fan of extreme sports, but driving down an unploughed road on a hill with a 30 degree slope in a two wheel drive car is not to be taken lightly. I did spin out at the bottom, my tyres hitting the kerb before my radiator hit the signpost, for which I was grateful. Of course, that wasn’t the end of it, oh no! My tyres fought for traction as I tried to pull away from the traffic lights, and the less said about the highway the better. I didn’t get about 30 mph the whole way, and to say that it was white knuckles, brown trousers time is something of an understatement, and I’m grateful that I made it to work unscathed, although not unshaken.
Of course, work was light and I was able to get away early, but I knew that going home would not be easy. I didn’t even try to climb the hill, parking in a store lot and hiking up the hill. This was Sunday. I wasn’t able to get up the hill until Thursday, and only then as far as the restaurant. I have to admit that I had fears of sliding backwards down the hill as my wheels spun on the ice as I tried to negotiate the corner. That was as far as I got.
New Years’ day saw us sitting in the very same restaurant for breakfast, and conscious of being a good neighbour, asked the manager if I could leave my car in their lot until I could make it up the final stretch. Being married to a lawyer, I know never to ask a question unless I already know the answer, so I wasn’t too concerned, and had no need to be.
Within about a week we were snow free and thankful for it, although the rain is a bit of a downer, if manageable. I still find it a drag to get through such gray days, but it could be much worse. The days are beginning to draw out a bit now, although the rain keeps putting in an almost daily appearance. One good thing, though, having driven down that hill a few times, I reckon I should be in good standing to join the Team GB ski jumping team!