Denial

No, I say to you. No, no, no.

I am in denial. I am in ignoring-reality, blankets-pulled-up-over-my-head, stomping-my-foot denial.

They’re calling for FLURRIES this week.

*gasp!*

I know, right? FLURRIES. I mean, come ON.

Now, I am no fan of winter. I hate cold and snow. I took up reading and later, indoor sports, to avoid being told to “go outside and play” between the months of November and March.

I will, occasionally, confess to gazing outside at the falling snow and think, “How pretty”. But that is from the comfort of my well-heated house and usually involves me with a mug of something warm in my hands and a blanket and several cats within snuggling distance.

But people, it’s November! It’s too EARLY! I am not READY for snow yet.

Not even in little blowy flurry amounts.

It’s wrong.

I will also confess that whenever people talk about “global warming”, I may nod and look like I am paying attention, but actually? I am wondering whether this might mean we get to bypass some of the white stuff from now on.

I am secretly looking over at global warming with a little flirty glance. Does that make me a bad person? Probably.

Yes, I KNOW there are good things about winter. I KNOW it means I can pull out all my warm comfy-comfies. I can get out the sweaters with the reindeer and the cheerful-looking winter motifs embroidered on them. I have an excuse to cuddle with the cats and BDH. I have an excuse to sit and knit.

And it’s not the cold. I don’t mind the cold.

It’s the damn snow. And — wait for it — the frigging freezing rain. Oh doG, how I loathe the freezing rain.

Sniff.

I need to go bake something now. Do some self-pity-baking. Grumble and moan about the oncoming winter as I whip up some tasty baked goods.

BAH. Winter.

I am just going to forget about it, and maybe it will go away.