I really must take advantage of this blog more often. There’s no reason I shouldn’t — it’s there, I’m here…why not? Raising two kids with both parents working is definitely the big challenge here lately, and I’ve felt so zapped and drained between kids and work that blogging is not high on the to-do list.
I’m looking at grad school because, well, what else do you do with a degree in Liberal Arts? Summer went by so quickly, I barely had a chance to enjoy it. Now all I can do is look out at the yard and see the few things I still have to do before I can declare it shut down for the winter. There’s a certain dread that fills the air when all of the leaves have fallen and the empty branches just scratch aimlessly at the sky — dread that I know that I probably won’t see warm sunshine for five more months. I think about the fun in the winter, but I also think about how much of a pain in the ass it is — the shovelling, the wet snow, the cold, the car getting stuck — all of these things are just no fun, but without them, I wouldn’t be reminded of how great the summer is.
It’s all about that balance, I’m finding. Just as we need good and bad things to happen in our lives, we need the seasons to remind us about the circular nature of life and of the universe. Without the bitter cold February mornings, how can we appreciate the warm sunshine on a late June afternoon? You can appreciate it, but when you have nice weather all the time, it just becomes par for the course and it makes you soft. Cold weather is good for you, which is why I could never live in any climate where it didn’t snow — it’s just in my Swedish blood.
Of course, I’m not about to move to where my dad grew up, south of Buffalo. They were just trying to emulate Sweden with their 30-foot snow drifts and “we had to dig a tunnel to the barn” stories. Screw that, I want AWD.