Every year I swear I'll be a good Canadian. I'll embrace winter and enjoy the challenges and sharp beauty of the season. I'll curl up with books, I'll write the great Canadian novel, and I'll create something crafty. What else are these long winter evenings for?
Reality. The deep dark of winter comes early and stays late. After a while, it bothers you. I don't suffer from SAD (seasonally affective disease) but I feel way better when sunny Alberta, is sunny. The snow sparkles, the air is clear and the sky pale blue. There are stretches, though, when the clouds hug the ground, fog creeps in, or the wind howls. It's hard to embrace winter, then. I try to get out for walks and fresh air. It helps but still...
Then this year there was yesterday's Trump inauguration. Truly frightening and destructive. He appears to be such an unfeeling blowhard. His lips say one thing and at great volume with questionable grammatical construction and low vocabulary. He is a billionaire, privileged since birth yet he claims to speak for the workers and the middle class. His first actions have been to sign executive orders to dismantle accomplishments of the Obama regime, things like the Affordable Care Act aka Obamacare. I will not rant on except to say that this transition of power is unsettling.
January is closing in so there are a couple of months before the lengthening days are evident. Perhaps it's time to reconsider my recent mopey ways and go back and read my intent to make winter great again- sorry. I do have interests and there are plenty of things that can occupy my time. Maybe I should go clean but I think I'll write another blog.
I've been writing on and off for years and this is where my more serious pieces will be.