Winter is here in Wisconsin. I know the official date until next month but I'm gonna be a pollster and go ahead and call it. After almost a week in the high 60s and 70s, the temperature finally dropped to the mid forties and snow almost immediately began falling. I went for a run yesterday and could feel it in the air - it smelled of cold and car exhaust. It even looks like winter; trees are now more branch than leaf, save the one that sits outside my living room window, and the sky has been cloudy and gray for three days now.
Next weekend I'll go up to Meno to help my parents start decorating for Christmas. We'll bundle up and trek about the town with a truckload of greens, bows and ladders and transform the businesses and homes into merry little abodes just waiting for the holidays to arrive. We'll bond as we kvetch over difficult clients, past clients, unstable ladders, and the weather and hope that the greens we put up will last through unseasonable weather, strong winds and storms and punk kids that try to tear them down.
The snowboard that I bought is just waiting for a turn on the tiny hills around Madison. Its previous owner only took it out once, and I'm sure it needs more time in the powder to develop a personality. I hope that I can somehow afford to take it out to Colorado this season so I can actually get in some long runs and learn to fight the moguls again.
I've planned my Christmas list and budget, and Beau and I have booked our flight to go to NY again to see his papa. At work we're planning our annual winter gala and year-end celebration. Everything is falling into place on schedule, as predicted, as usual.
We are expected to get 140 inches of snow this season, or 40 more inches than last year. There are flurries outside my window, landing on the beautiful still-red tree outside my window.
Winter is here in Wisconsin.
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