Smells of my apartment building….

I just had to run downstairs in boxers and a thermal shirt to get a package that turned out not even to be for me. With the door open, it smelled nice down there: Eau de Winter-Finally-Freaking-Came: Cold winter air with just a hint of snow. Well, plus a bit of a stale laundry-soap and creamed corn. But still, SNOW!

Crappy weather

No, it’s not too cold. No, it’s not too gloomy. No, we’re not buried under mounds of snow. And THAT is the problem. It has been ridiculously warm. Even when it is cold, it is noncommittally cold: Cold for a day or so, and then right back up above freezing. When it snows, it’s pathetic, thin, stays-for-a-few-hours snow. Nothing good, nothing sticky and fluffy that’s deep enough to kick up while you walk. We’ve only had barely enough snow to have a snowball fight with once this winter, and we had to drive up north to have it. I haven’t used my snowboots at all this year. It sucks. Where is winter?

This picture is from last year, when D. could gleefully eat handfuls of fresh snow fairly regularly, although still not as regularly as would have been possible even 10 years ago.