It’s not that I’m blind to the plain evidence, it’s just that I’m not ready yet for another North Country winter. Yes, the winter-weight pea coat is back from the cleaners. It hangs in the hall with winter gloves sticking out of the pockets. The snow brush is back in the car, and yes, my plow guy came through yesterday to scrape more slabs of turf off the edges of the lawn and add them to the terminal moraine that grows taller each spring at the end of the drive.
But I haven’t taken the air conditioner out of the window yet. Large objects have yet to go to the dump. There is a little outside painting I meant to get around to doing.
Mostly though, it’s my mood that is unprepared. I’m in the locker room about to face an unbeaten team and there is no coach to give the pep talk. The snowbirds are all talking about their post-Thanksgiving evacuation plans. Thanks.
It’s not like I haven’t been through this before – the brief pale days, the relentless wind, the daunting drifts, the false starts to spring that just set you up for the next storm system. I’ve been here before, maybe too many times.
But ready or not, here it comes. Maybe we could just call it the heating season. That doesn’t sound quite so harsh.