Every November I have a dream of Hibernating through the Winter. Wrapping myself in a blanket, building a fire, and sitting down with a cup of hot cocoa and a book. Usually by December that dream dies a horrible death.
It always seems to start with car problems. The week before the first snow of the year my wife’s car or my own will break down (and sometimes it’s both). I’ll rush around trying to fix it for a week and one or two days before I do the first major snow will fall for the year. Generally I then groan and look at all the things that I’ve put off for the last week while I was trying to fix my vehicle, knowing they’ll be much harder with four inches of snow on the ground. This year I was unlucky, and after a month and a few hundred dollars worth of parts I still couldn’t get the car fixed, so ended up buying a new truck.
After the car problems there’s our annual Christmas party, then Christmas, New Year, and the month of January. January sometimes feels like a month long social event, because everyone makes the trip home from college and wants to hang out. February, March and April always seem to find new ways to make my life hectic every year. (For those of you wondering, Winter officially lasts until April in my book. Around here snow doesn’t completely melt from your lawn until mid-April, and then a storm usually deposits one or two more coatings of it before the weather warms up sufficiently.)
This year the chaos included a landlord accidentally flooding the cabin I rent, my wife taking a month-long trip to a foreign country, and our continuing search for a house to buy.
I suppose realistically winter in Montana is a time of hyperactivity, which unfortunately is not brought about by the sugar in hot cocoa.