Everywhere you look, there are signs that spring is on its way. From the birds chirping as the sunrises in the morning, to the late sunsets at night, it’s not hard to notice that the groundhog was indeed correct this year, even after we swore that we wouldn’t believe a word that little thing said as we lay trapped in our igloos.
This winter has been harsh, there simply is no denying that. We had a weekly subscription to monstrous snow storms that didn’t want to go away back in January. To many, this was simply a nuisance, but for skiers like myself, it was an absolute paradise! I couldn’t have asked for a better winter as I continued to pray for snow while making enemies with the people around me, which this winter, there weren’t many. Yes, as much as I love winter, I haven’t exactly made a great deal of friends that share the same love I have, and to make matters even worse, many of those friends of mine refuse to make the drive to see me, and vise versa. It’s one of the many downsides of winter; social isolation if you will, and with the winter that we have had that practically left us trapped inside of our homes, many faced the same situation.
As someone who is usually very outgoing, it was certainly daunting laying trapped at home. Sure, Facebook was a great way to stay connected, but that can only do so much. Human interaction is essential you know, and don’t let anyone fool you! Once the storms let up, it was time for me to meet up with folks at the slopes, which was also short-lived thanks to yet another wicked bad storm heading our way.
Yes, you are reading this all correct. If this column sounds confusing to you, that’s because it is. I have a love/hate relationship with winter. I love skiing, I love the snow, but I hate the lack of social interaction. It was like I was an Eskimo stuck in an igloo in the middle of Antarctica! All by myself. Well, I can honestly say, now that the days have gotten progressively longer, and there has been a lack of severe storms, I have had a bit more social interaction in my life as the Eskimo in me gets shipped right back to wherever he came from. Maybe Antarctica, that cold, dark, remote tundra that I can’t bear to think about as the rays of sunshine flow through my window and awaken me each day.
Spring is almost here. It’s time to rise and shine and throw ourselves a party, which I believe is well deserved!
Here’s to the groundhog that brought the good news! Cheers!