The holidays don’t feel real this year. The weather is a trifling mess. It feels like summer here in the mountains. My whole being doesn’t know how to respond to the mild weather. I keep leaving the house over dressed because – hey it’s December and it’s supposed to be cold – only to be met with temps in the 60’s and 70’s. I feel like I’m constantly sweating. My wood stove, which I adore and look forward to its coziness every winter, is lonely and unused. The same wood pile I gathered months ago in preparation for blazing fires is still next to the stove untouched. I cannot for the life of me get into the holiday spirit because of the damn weather! I am truly over it! If I wanted Santa in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt I’d have moved to Florida! But! I’m not. in. Florida! For. A. Reason. <–That’s how you know I mean business – all those renegade periods.
As I was thinking about what to write for this post, I found myself being all bah humbug-ey because of my less than stellar holiday spirit. I’m digging deep this week because I’ve been a big grouch.
So here goes…I am grateful for:
Climate change is real. Anyone who says otherwise is uneducated and, quite frankly, I question their motives and wonder who is paying them to refute science. As some of you know, I have a degree in Applied Mathematics and while in school I worked as an intern at NOAA’s National Climatic Data Center in Asheville, NC. I was surrounded by brilliant minds – most of which have those three distinguished letters p, h, and d at the end of their names. There is no debate as to the validity of climate change, it’s not even a discussion. The leading scientific minds are all in agreement. So why are we still debating this?
That’s all I’ve got this week. The weather is a big, fat bummer. The forecast calls for temps in the 70’s here in Western North Carolina on Christmas day. I really hope they are wrong.
Tell me, are y’all as affected by the weather as I am?