February was a month of snow and more snow. A month where every single thing was difficult. Where all my normal routines were thrown off. It took me longer to get anywhere and do anything. Quite honestly, it’s been exhausting.
I hoped March would be a fresh start. But it’s already snowed twice and my weather app says it’s currently 6 degrees outside.
It also says that on the 16th we’ll have a high of 58 degrees. I simply cannot believe this. I have been lied to before by this very app, which told me last week that this week we’d have plenty of warm days but then decided we’d just have one.
On the bright side, this week I’ve had an entirely normal commute time both going to work and going home. That hasn’t happened in a month. For weeks it was an unknown quantity. A commute could take hours, and you didn’t know how many hours. In February we had maybe one or two days at work this month where our whole team is in the office. A couple of vacations, yes, but mostly the commute has been too unreliable to make it worthwhile 5 days a week.
We had one day with a little melt. It was immediately followed by a deep freeze. So now many sidewalks that were cleared are now covered in an ice slick. (And yes, our day of 45 degrees this week had rain and was followed by two days of sub-freezing temperatures so we’re just repeating this over again.)
Things are better without being good. But we are a beat down bunch over here, so we’ll take better happily. You still can’t park anywhere. You still can’t walk down the sidewalk. It’s still frigid and awful. But I wore sturdy shoes yesterday instead of snow boots and it felt like a revelation.
February is also the month where I give up a significant chunk of my free time to Listen To Your Mother auditions. It’s a completely worthy cause, but now that we’ve finished and selected a cast, I am looking at this weekend wondering what I am supposed to do with it. (Answer: clean my house, cook real food, and hopefully squeeze in a little House of Cards.)
We are all a little less sane than we were in January. At least now we can say it’ll be warm soon. Most of us didn’t dare say that in February. But we topped 40 degrees this week so it’s starting to feel like a possibility. Not that it’ll be all sweetness and light. There are lots of icicles to fall, lots of snow to melt, we’ll probably see more roofs collapse and more homes infested with leaks. But someday soon you won’t have to wait for the bus in the street because the snow drifts are too high for it to see you on the sidewalk!
It kind of feels like March is the new January. That this is the time when we really get to start over.
I’d like a vacation. I have a work trip to Phoenix at the end of April. It feels like a long time away. Maybe I can save my pennies and get a new swimsuit. Last year’s new swimsuit doesn’t fit so well since I lost weight over the summer. I can close my eyes and imagine sitting by the pool. I’m guessing I will be out there a lot. Maybe I will take meetings there. Maybe I will make all meetings swimsuit meetings and drink something with a little umbrella in it. Is there a pool bar? I love pool bars and the only time I had one I was pregnant and couldn’t drink.
I’ve been thinking about moving somewhere warm, which I can’t do any time in the near future and possibly not ever. I’ve been thinking about how I can get myself back under a yellow umbrella sitting on sand and watching waves. It’s progress. Last month it was too wonderful to think about it. I had to block it from my mind. But now I can think of it, even though it makes me kinda sad and wistful.
So yeah. I’ll take better.