Simply put- the weather is making me feel all
discombobulated.
Now, I don’t mind that it has been unseasonably warm
lately. I’ve been trying to soak it all
in before winter drops its icy hammer and we all plunge into bitter cold
temps. I like having the windows open,
and the heat off. The fall colors are
beautiful. There are no bugs, except for
those pesky ladybug impersonators. The
nuisance of election coverage 24/7 has passed.
Life is good.
But it was odd that as hubby and I were dressed in our
Halloween costumes last Friday, driving to the night’s festivities, with
relatively warm weather, there was Christmas music playing on the radio station
(which, after a number of explicatives, I immediately turned off). Today, as I was driving along the lakefront,
I noticed that the county had put up hay bales around the trees and poles at
the base of the big hill by St. Mary’s.
Guess what that’s for? To prevent
sledding accidents- hard to imagine on a 70 degree day, but after all, it is November already. Christmas decorations are going up around
town in full force, which is barely tolerable in November, but even stranger
when the weather is so warm. Our fashion-challenged
state is even further confused- shorts and a turtleneck? Winter coats on a 70 degree day?
I am one of those people who has said on occasion that I
would like to move south to escape our harsh winters. And if you ask me about this again, in say,
February, I will likely have a different answer. But today, I just couldn’t imagine having a
warm-weather Thanksgiving or Christmas.
Having lived my entire life in the Midwest,
it just wouldn’t seem legitimate- maybe for a holiday vacation once in a while,
but not permanently. Decorating a palm
tree? Having Thanksgiving poolside? It’s just too weird. I’m not ready for that just yet.
