Finished 3 novels, joined the local Y (and subsequently tried punk rope and pilates for the first time), saw 2 Swedish bands (Peter, Bjorn and John; The Radio Dept), attended a clothing swap that left me with enough clothing for almost a week, sold my first dSLR lens (Nikon 18-55mm, a remnant of my stolen D40), made soups (chili, potato leek, tomato) for the first time (essential!).
I’m combating this snowy/sleeting/icy winter like no other!
Last year’s snow / Clinton Hill, Brooklyn
I have stopped complaining or minding the cold. Try riding your bike in below freezing weather, with a windchill in the teens for a while and you become numb (literally) to it. Even then I don’t care, really — it’s only the wind and my inability to pedal at my normal speed. Also the other annoying thing are the massive amounts of clothing. Ah, delayering everywhere you go. Then there’s the heat. Yes, I’m complaining about the HEAT indoors. It’s too dry and my lips are cracking and I feel sick from too much of this dense heat. So really, it’s NOT the cold I’m complaining about. No… it’s everything else related to it. Still, somehow, I am a little in love with winter.
My love for it is complicated, definitely.
