It was a lazy Sunday morning. I was up before my husband. I sat on the couch, knitting and sipping my tea. I decided I needed some chill music. I kicked it old school with some Cowboy Junkies on the HomePod. That is some good, mellow Sunday morning music right there, I tell you.
I haven’t listened to the Cowboy Junkies in a while, but I’m familiar with most of their stuff. I was enjoying it immensely when a song that I had not heard before came on and spoke to my heart. It was entitled, Fuck, I Hate the Cold. It’s been a long time since a song spoke to me at such a basic and primal level. The Cowboy Junkies are not known for profanity, but in this instance, it was perfectly stated.
Listen, I know we have been trapped in a giant heat dome or whatever the fuck they are calling it this week, but it is still better than the cold. I will always stand by that. Winter is the worst.
It’s not just the cold that bothers me. It is more the endless gray of a Kentucky winter. The sun just disappears. I’m a turtle. I need the sun to warm my back and give me some damn vitamin D.
Since we have passed the summer solstice and the days are getting shorter again, I’ve already started dreading winter. We have not even celebrated Independence Day yet! I know I’m a total loon, but here we are.
I will admit, I used to like the heat more than I do now. Hot flashes have taken away some of my summer-loving joy. However, I still prefer the heat to the cold. I actually drove to the grocery store in 95-degree heat yesterday with the windows down. Was I hot? Yes. Did I mind? Not so much. I love summer. I want it to embrace me like I embrace it. What’s a little sweat? I wear deodorant.
I have several friends who are winter people. We are equally baffled by each other. We still manage to maintain our friendships. It takes all kinds in this wacky world of ours.
Like I said, I’m not immune to the heat. We did a three-mile hike yesterday morning and I thought I was going to just melt away to nothing. I survived. I even felt good after I was done and had a big ole bottle of water. I would much rather hike that way than in layers of clothes, still freezing my ass off.
My husband mentioned moving to Minnesota a couple of weeks ago. I just laughed. I’m never living in that kind of climate again. The 18 months I spent in Wisconsin were enough to last me the rest of my life. Fuck that.
I was glad this song came in the middle of a heat wave to remind me that I much prefer the heat to the cold. It’s also nice to know I now have an anthem for my seasonal feelings. Thank you, Cowboy Junkies. Fuck, I hate the cold, too.
Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
