For a week or better, I've been at that uniquely MN stage of the year when we ask ourselves daily questions such as:
"Why do we live here?"
"If not homeless, why would an otherwise perfectly normal person consent to go out in public dressed in multiple layers of clothes?"
"Why did the battery in my 2 year old car give out?"
"When will it be safe to leave a warm place without first being sure to use the bathroom just in case your car slides off the road and you have to wait in a ditch for hours to be rescued?"
"Why did my 2 week old scraper break?"
"Why did the handle on our storm door snap off?"
The answer to the "whys" can be seen on the ambient temperature reading inside my car this morning. Yeah - that steam you see is my breath.
So now we begin to trot out the excuses as to why we live here:
The other 3 seasons are gorgeous.
Family.
For 3 months, it's hot here.
For 8 months, there are no mosquitoes.
For 6 months, no transients.
I'm now going to spend my last $800 on snow tires and rims. And I'm going to be be glad about it.
It must be time to start knitting. HARD.
