Friday, October 30, 2015

Upcoming Hibernation

by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
Winter View Outside My Door

The days are getting shorter (a LOT shorter) and the temps are plunging.  Winter is coming.  Isn't that depressing?  Of course, if you live in Australia, you're just coming into summer.  (Lucky bums.)

I think I may be suffering from SAD -- Seasonal Affective Disorder. The idea of winter is really depressing the hell out of me.

Mr. L and I have talked about heading South for a month or two in the winter. To sunny skies and warm temps.  I never understood why people became snowbirds ... until I stepped off a cruise ship at the end of January onto dry land in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Then it hit me.  Wow--this is nice.  I'm not wearing a parka. I don't even need a sweater.  It felt like a balmy day in June.

That was five years ago.  The next year, we took another cruise.  Then for various reasons (like my mother dying of cancer) we haven't gone on vacation in the winter--or any other season. We aren't going anywhere this winter, either. We've tried to rent condos in various cities but get the same answer:  They'll rent to people with dogs, but NOT cats.

Our cats are pretty old.  Betsy is 19; Chester is 17, Fred is 12. We had to take a business trip last month and since Chester needs to be pilled 5 out of 7 days a week, decided it would be best to board him. He got so depressed, he gave up eating and we almost lost him. So boarding is OUT of the question. Mind you, traveling for 3 days in a car with 3 cats would not be paradise, but 4-6 weeks in the sun would be. But not if you can't find a rental. We could stay in a hotel that allows pets, but our guys don't get along all that well.  When they're not sleeping in heavenly peace, they need to spread out. Being cooped up in one room for a month would drive us all crazy.

So, I'm not going anywhere.  I mean it. Unless we're starving, I don't intend to leave the house for too much until April.  (Maybe to get my roots touched up, but that's about all.)  The idea of snow, and ice, and wind just turns me off.

So, if you'll be a snowbird this winter, tell me where you're going so I can live vicariously through you.

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