I thought getting through January was enough. I’d avoided making any resolutions I would not follow through on. I’d read and listened to several books, finished a podcast series on race, painted a room.
Then, the Siege.
Arctic air some of us haven’t experienced before or can’t recall, it’s been so long since temperatures here registered lower than Antarctica. (So cold that the previous sentence doesn’t have a verb.)
What to do when we are in virtual lockdown in our own homes?
The usual tricks weren’t working. I finished a book but couldn’t get out of my chair to fetch another. My office is begging to be decluttered but I can’t seem to see the piles all around. I dare not take a walk, not after listening to the dire warnings on MPR of exposure, frostbite, hypothermia, death. Frightful stories on the scale of news from Washington that were followed by a story of the Arrowhead 135, an annual endurance race of that number of miles across northern Minnesota that 146 people who need a challenge started yesterday.
“If you get a warm year,” one regular participant said, “it’s almost like you got cheated.”
Ha.
This morning I was at my desk, as usual, feeling just a little cheated that I wouldn’t be walking outdoors today, as is my habit. Even through the shades, the room had begun to brighten. It was time to open them, I decided, calculating that the overall effect of sun in (not to mention the lift it brings me) was greater than the draft that would come with it. This is what I saw:
Maybe it’s a matter of perspective, this Siege.
I’d worry about my mental health if I was stuck indoors long-term, but for now, I’m embracing it. Last night I spent an hour in the basement, trowel in hand, planting canna and elephant ear bulbs. Today, a jigsaw puzzle. I won’t ever attempt the Arrowhead 135, but I can see why some people do. There’s something about not doing the usual.
Things could be a lot worse, I tell myself, still in my chair, staring out the frosted window. I could be married to Donald Trump.
Beautiful images of cold. There is something novel about these weather events that keep us inside. Thinking of you planting bulbs in your basement a hopeful thing. I think of the line in Louis’s favorite naptime book, “I am a Bunny.” He (the bunny) curls up in his hollow tree and dreams about Spring.
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Beautiful pictures. Love your ability to look at, and express, the positive. Especially love the last sentence!
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Oh Lenore. You are much too smart to marry Trump!
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Love the photos! I was wondering how you were doing with this extreme cold. I know you Minnesotans are hearty but this is crazy cold!
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The jigsaw puzzle has been just the ticket! Warmer days ahead!
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thank you for finding and sharing the beauty in this bitter cold.
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Love it all!
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