Sunday, December 7, 2008

19° windchill, 30 mph wind gusts

It's COLD. And squinty-bright like only pallid noonday winter sun can be.

We went to the grocery store in the middle of a Sunday and it was crazy and it was packed and the cart, which is stored outside, was too cold to push without wearing my gloves indoors. Some kid with his mommy in another cart had a balloon and E pounced on that.

Mama! BallOON!!

I was feeling agreeable so we swam upstream across the crowds all the way back to the floral department in the produce section and I procured one purple balloon, plus a blue one for her latex-envious sister. So they wouldn't float away we tied them to the cart, got our last few groceries, paid and exited into the blustery misery.

When people say they love winter, I think they're ridiculous. Or perhaps like childbirth, they've forgotten how horrible it is?

It's so windy I'm having trouble catching my breath, E is begging to be put in the car first, and I can't find the appropriate key fob to beep because my hair is whipping in my eyes. I try to lift E out of the car and she screams.

She wants me to put the balloons in the car first so they don't blow away.

Love: blinded by my own hair and the searing light, gloveless for maximum dexterity, fingers numb from the conditions and so nearly unmaneuverable anyway, untying not one but two double-knotted balloon ribbons in order to save the day and my firstborn from hypothermia.

Hate: WINTER. Pin It

1 comment:

a li'l bit squishy said...

oh me too! hate winter. what were our ancestors thinking and why do we still live in this god-forsaken place? universal health care...bleh...public education...more bleh...surely that can't be all?
and I bought my four year old a helium filled balloon yesterday to bribe her into behaving while I dragged her to my work Christmas party. She was just SO thrilled, it was almost worth it!