Spare no Expense - Cure the 'Blahs'!
Have you ever had the “blahs”? More specifically, the “winter blahs”. I have the “winter blahs”. I think someone should declare, “blah week”. It could be any cold, snowy week in the winter, like the one we are experiencing right now. During this week everyone could sit around in front of the fireplace and argue about who has to carry the wood in the house for the fire. Also during this week, they could ban the TV Weatherman from predicting the weather and giving the temperature and the State Patrol could close all the streets and roads, so we wouldn’t have to risk our fenders.
I think weathermen do more than their civic duty, while contributing to the “winter blahs”. As if it’s not enough to look out our windows see nothing but white stuff, the weatherman has to keep reminding us that there is a possibility of more white stuff on the way, I say possibility). They never want us to become over confident that the sun will shine again someday. They also start predicting cold weather and snow at least a week before it arrives, this is their way of preparing us for a solid case of the “blahs”. Now the new twist to the weather cast is to tell us not only that it will be 10 degrees below zero, now they have to give us the wind chill factor. They tell us that if we run around outside in our bikini the wind hits our skin, that 10 below zero temperature turns into 75 below zero and we going to freeze to death. I really can’t fault them for information though, it stopped me from running to the mailbox in my bikini in the winter. In fact it must have stopped a lot of people from doing this. I haven’t seen anyone in a bikini lately. Now I bundle up like a hula girl on a ski vacation, just to go to the mail box.
Speaking of bundling up, my favorite part of “blah” time is bundling up the kids to keep them warm. After spending twenty minutes putting on their coats, boots, hats and mittens, you send them to school, only to have them walk out of school with their coat open and their hat and mittens lost somewhere in the school coat room.
Driving can be hazardous to your health during this blah time of year too. While driving home from Platteville during a snow storm in two ton tillie the tank, driving very cautiously in the slow lane of Hwy. 85, every little roller skate that was imported from Detroit and Japan, disguised as a car was zipping by me like I was standing still. It makes me wonder if all roller skate owners are practicing up for the toboggan finals in the next winter Olympics. If they are, Colorado drivers are going to be a shoe in for the gold.
So with a few more days left in “blah week”, I will try to think of someway to beat the “blahs”. The only way I can think of is…hop on the next West bound jet and stay on until they land in Hawaii. While in Hawaii, spend the day lounging in the sun with a Mai Tai in my hand. This sounds great,but it seems I can’t afford it this week, so instead I have decided to….put on my coat, hat and gloves, sit by the window and look at the white stuff outside and crab about the fact that there is no wood in the house to build a fire in the fireplace. After all the best part of “Blalh Week” is yet to come…the Public Service Bill.
