It’s Winter, But We Can Deal

Look how optimistic that title is. I’m trying to be a little more optimistic. Just a little. Like when people ask me, how are you? I’m trying to say fine like a normal person and not always say terrible. I’m trying to eat more vegetables. Smile at strangers. Whistle. It’s not really working out.

Anyway, so this is supposed to be about winter. It’s freezing out. It’s snowing, it’s icy, it’s cold. It may make you want to die, particularly when you wake up and have to get dressed and go to work. Have no fear! There may be some good things about winter after all. Here they are:

  1. Sports


There are some good winter sports. I just started working at a ski resort, which is fun, but you can also go sledding and sliding on the sidewalk on your way to work. Also, falling on ice always makes your day more exciting/memorable/painful. Continue reading


Over It


I always get a little disappointed with Christmas—oh, you thought this post was going to be uplifting? Sorry—you know, it’s the end of fall, the beginning of winter, and it’s just so hyped up. Every year around Thanksgiving begins the ascent into full-on festivities, the climb of a mountain that inevitably leads to the cliff of today, December 26th.  (or maybe you have until January 1st.) All the Christmas spirit that helped you through those last days of work and school and family gathering hurtle you out over the edge, and you fall into the new year already a little bit disappointed and bruised, because Christmas doesn’t last forever and you are free falling back into the real world, back to the bottom of the mountain, down to the worst of the worst. January.



Exactly my feelings on January.

But but but—just yesterday it was Christmas, and you were young and happy and full of gingerbread and turkey and the holiday spirit. You need to hold onto it a little longer, go to those after-Christmas parties and see those after-Christmas friends, all the while knowing every after-Christmas present may be your last. Yesterday was full-fledged December, and you don’t want to look forward.


New Years is even worse. The night is a celebration of January, pulling it forward with drinking and counting and fireworks. It’s always felt a little fake-it-till-you-make-it to me. Like when a friend asks you how they look and the truth is a little bit brutal so you just make a bunch of happy noises and pretend everything is great and then count backwards from ten really loudly. (Ok the comparison petered out there, but you get the point.)

And then comes the 1st. If you’re lucky, you’re not hungover and can face reality with a clear head, although it will probably still be pounding with the cold hard truth. It’s January. It’s still cold and wintry, but it doesn’t feel exciting anymore. There’re no songs telling you that cold is great and snow is better, no lights or movies to remind us all that the real warmth isn’t in the weather, it’s in the love of family and friends. No, it’s January and now it’s just cold. Button up your coat, wrap up your scarf, and pull on your gloves and your hat, because shit is getting real.

How I felt about snow yesterday.

How I felt about snow yesterday.


How I feel about snow today.

   Now that I’ve plunged you into some major seasonal depression (at least now we’re in it together!) let’s take a step back. Reevaluate. Remember that January doesn’t last forever (plus, you have a few more days left of December. You better damn well live in the moment.) Then there’s February (ok, still not great), then March (still fairly shitty), then April, which ok there it is, there’s the light at the end of dark frigid tunnel. April. Think of daffodils and pastels and rabbits, and know there’s only 95 days to go.


Until then, this child has perfectly captured my feelings.


Politeness is Weird

I’ve never believed all of it about our generation: the attention span, the laziness, the rudeness. But yesterday I was taking the train home for Christmas and I sat next to an old man.  As he moved his bag from the seat next to him and I sat down,  his phone started ringing. He answered, and then, after he had said hello, pulled the phone down from his ear and mouthed at me, “Sorry. I’ll be only a minute.”

I had no idea what he was talking about and I guess my face showed it, because he motioned towards his phone before continuing his conversation. Oh. And this is what I’m saying: I was taken aback. He was apologizing to me for talking on the phone.

“It’s fine,” I whispered, two minutes too late, “It’s really fine.”

I turned my headphones down and tested them to make sure no music was leaking out. I sat up straight. I smiled at the chair in front of me. I can be proper, I thought. I can be nice.

I never would have thought to apologize to someone for briefly talking on the phone on the train next to them. And maybe now I will, or maybe I won’t, but I think maybe it says something about me and about kids these days. Maybe chivalry is dead. I mean, I really felt my heart melting a little bit, and that’s just pathetic. Maybe we are the worst. Maybe I can’t be proper and will have to spend the rest of my life as someone who routinely puts her feet up where she definitely shouldn’t.

I tried to find a lesson for this post but couldn’t find one I could stick with. I tried politeness, but I’ve never been a huge fan of politeness for its own sake. For me it falls under the umbrella of niceness and just general humanness, but that seems too broad and abstract for a blog post about an apology on a train. There’s always phone etiquette, which I guess we could go with, but it might not apply anymore, for our generation. (By our generation I’m starting to think I mean any generation at all.)

Maybe it’s just nice that on my train ride home for Christmas my hear melted a little bit, and leave it at that. Merry Christmas Y’all!


Oh also–when I got home I had two days worth of laundry to do. TWO DAYS. It’s OK though because this means I’m saving my quarters for a Starbucks when the holidays are over and I’m depressed and don’t find hidden meanings in train convos.