A Tosa resident for almost 20 years, Karen is a mom and freelance writer, addicted to playing tennis. When not on the tennis court, she spends the fall and winter in the stands at Green Bay Packer and Marquette basketball games.
Karen is the author of “Grab a Bite,” a dining out column and the former community columnist for the Wauwatosa NOW newspaper.
Or icy sidewalks like this?
For me, it’s the spring tease. Our hopes are raised and then quickly dashed.
This morning I took the dog out as always, pre-dawn. Expecting to be hit with the usual icy blast, instead, it felt practically balmy. Back inside, I checked the thermometer – 39 degrees. Yes!
Honestly, my “nice weather” standards have hit an all-time low. When I’m cheering for high-30s, you know that it’s been a long, cold winter.
Last weekend, we were told to “spring ahead” and move our clocks up an hour. If that’s not a sign that spring is on the way, then I don’t know what is. But the reality is, spring will show up when it wants to – probably in June.
In the meantime, we’re stuck in this hellish, endless circle of thaw, freeze, thaw, freeze…Walking outside means taking your own life into your hands.
A couple of weeks ago, I headed down to my mailbox to return an already-viewed Netflix selection. I took a step and ended up flat on my back. Luckily, only my derriere and my ego were badly bruised.
Truth be told, I actually don’t like spring. It’s messy, not nearly warm enough and serves just to raise our hopes, which will quickly be destroyed with the first freakish spring snowstorm.
Yet, I can’t help feeling a little bit optimistic that summer might again visit us…eventually. You know what they say – hope springs eternal.