Winter has come, folks. Mother nature threw us a curve ball yesterday, and suddenly our predicted flurries turned into fifteen cm of snow. And high winds. And, as of 5 o’clock this afternoon, it’s still snowing. Why, it’s so miserable even the geese are leaving. This November is turning out so very different from last year. Remember last year, with its sunny days? And its sunny ways … but let’s not go there.
|Our resident flock of Canada geese…going, going, almost gone.|
So this morning, after lingering over his third cup of tea, and with much groaning and rueful laughter, Hubby swathed himself in his winter woollies for the first time this year and braved the elements. His intention was to shovel the back step, dig the barbeque out of a snowdrift so he could put the winter cover on, plow the driveway, and the sidewalks. And then begin to dig the three foot snow drift out of the ditch beside our driveway. So he could then shovel the huge pile of leaves which blew in the other day, before the snowfall, and which he has been meaning to remove because they are blocking the culvert which runs under the driveway. Country living is complicated. I know my mum is reading this and saying, “Ha. You call that country living?” Anyway. Hubby was wrapped and layered up to the eyeballs, and groaning, as he headed out the door this morning.
And me… I was very sympathetic. I reminded him of the many, many times he teased me when I’d sigh and moan about the cold. “Come on, Suz. Winter is great… as long as you’re dressed for it.” “Come on, Stu…” I chortled. Well, you can guess at the rest. Not sure that was helpful of me, actually.
But I had troubles of my own this morning. Like, what to wear to start my Christmas shopping? I had planned to wear my new Stuart Weitzman boots and these comfy, black Vince leggings. And I intended to give my burgundy Theory shirt an outing. Bought in 2007, this shirt has been a workhorse. And it’s the perfect colour to go with my new Max Mara coat. And to add a bit of interest, I’d planned to wear this long, gauzy cashmere scarf. The colour works well with my new coat and the burgundy shirt. I’d be comfortable in the light coat. And most importantly not too hot for mall shopping. Now, though, it looked as if being too hot was the least of my worries.
Okay, so a Plan B was definitely in order. First, I layered a pair of pantyhose under my leggings. Yep. I know it might be weird, but I wear pantyhose under most of my pants all winter. I can’t stand having cold legs. I still wanted to wear my burgundy shirt, so I hauled a light-weight cashmere sweater out of my drawer. I used to wear this cream, cable knit sweater a lot when I worked; it’s great over a cami or a tee shirt with dress pants. And although I don’t wear it often anymore, it didn’t go in the big “curated closet” cull. Mostly because you never know when you might need a nice light sweater. Like today. It will add warmth, but not bulk, under my light coat.
Now, back to the layering. I added my burgundy wool scarf. And this old toque and mittens. I was bundled, but not necessarily to the eyeballs, like Hubby. I’d be warm enough on my way to and from the car. Even with the snow and the wind. My hat and scarf could come off when I reached the mall and be stashed in my bag. Or even left behind in the car if I used the underground parking. So, off I went.
But… then… I saw out the bedroom window that Hubby was still gamely shoveling in the ditch. Maybe that snow drift was a bit higher than three feet. Maybe, now that I was all bundled, I should go out and help him, you might be saying. What? Are you crazy? In my good coat?
Still. Sigh. You might have guessed where this is going. I guiltily un-bundled myself from my good clothes, and got re-bundled in my sweats and ski jacket to go help. But by then, Hubby was back inside. Stamping snow off his boots. All done shoveling, and ready for a hot cup of tea. So, we had tea, and chatted about our trip plans. And by then I’d lost all interest in getting re-re-bundled back into my good outfit for shopping.
Besides, the roads were probably a mess. And it was still snowing. And I could always start my shopping another day, couldn’t I?
You know, Hubby’s right; winter can be wonderful. As long as I’m dressed for it. But driving in a snowstorm is never wonderful. If it’s one thing I hate more than the idea of battling Black Friday sale line-ups… it’s the thought of battling traffic tie-ups in a snow storm…. when I don’t have to.
And since I’m retired… I don’t have to.
I mean, there’s always tomorrow. Or next week.
|A lull in the storm. Look at the snow in that overhang. Somebody should shovel that off.|
How about you, friends? Started your Christmas shopping yet? Had any snow? How easy is it for you to be dissuaded from leaving the house on a miserable day…when you don’t really have to go?