Falling Behind

My, my, my.
Seems that I have been neglecting my blog lately. I'm going to blame it on this, my least favorite season, and the incredibly cold weather we've had lately - a couple of blizzards and several days (nights) of below freezing temps can truly sap one's energy. I just feel like hibernating...so sleepy...

I did actually manage to get a few items from my "project list" lined off yesterday afternoon. It felt like a great accomplishment last evening, but today I managed to add new items to take the places of those I removed. We do what we can, right?

I do have some exciting new ventures out in front of me; options that I hope come to fruition. More on that in the future, perhaps... In the meantime, I guess I will just bundle up and ride out winter; hoping that it doesn't hang on too late into spring. That's one of the problems with living in the northeast...expect winter to last almost into summer. Spring is more akin to how the anthropologists described the lives of some of our prehistoric ancestors: "nasty, brutish, and short."

And muddy... don't forget muddy.

That Time of Year

This is the season every motorcyclist who lives north of the snow line detests. Yes, it's flippin' winter again. Rats.

For at least 5 months of the year, all I can do is wander into the garage and look longingly at my bike. Sitting on it is too much temptation. Gotta avoid that. Just lift the cover, and take a peek at that gorgeous yellow paint. I can check the tires, too. Ooohh - big thrill there.
I just look out the window trying to melt the snow with my mind. It doesn't work. Ever. So I wait.

And once in a while, we will get an especially nice (read: "freakishly abnormal") winter day; one in which I could actually take a spin if I felt so inclined. But of course, even if the roads are clear, I have a short field of snow-covered dirt driveway to traverse before I could get the bike to the road. And you just know that it would end up going down in that 40' danger zone. So I wait.

At some point, I will seriously reconsider my residential locale decision enough to make a change. I grew up in Florida, and I always seem to be making the mistake of listening to weather reports from home. Talk about adding insult to injury.

Who says you can never go home again.