Lessons learned from winter of 2013-14

There are lessons to be learned in all seasons of life.

And in winter, well, that’s certainly no exception.

I got to thinking that the winter of 2013-14 was a kind of classroom for me, a setting in which I was a student mastering one thing or another or in some cases just being quizzed on something I already knew but had forgotten or refused to accept.

Here’s what I mean:

— Threatening that winter is going to be this vast expanse of time in which to accomplish all indoor projects neglected during those nicer outdoor weather days is just that – a big threat.

I should know better, but I’m guilty of telling myself, “Now that’s a good project for winter.”

Everything I said I was going to tackle over the winter months is now officially on the back burner for the winter of 2014-15, the good Lord willing ’cause Janice isn’t. No scrapbook is one page closer to completion, no closet is any cleaner, and photos I vowed to sort and salvage are patiently awaiting attention some rainy day now, I suppose. Picture that.

— I always think I’m going to do a lot of reading during the winter months, which seems like an opportune time to curl up with a blanket and a good book.

The curling up with a blanket part I’ve got down to a science.

Now I’ve just got to learn how to stay awake and make progress past page one.

The most reading I did this past winter was of the between-the-lines sort when Better Half would say something to me.

An observation such as “There’s a lot of stuff in the freezer” is my cue to whip up dinner and not expect him to make another pizza run.

Or an innocent inquiry about “Did you happen to find my hat?” is really a condemning assessment that, yes, no closet is any cleaner. Live with it.

— I learned that I’m not much of a winter athlete, unless watching the Winter Olympics counts for something.

Jog in the snow?

Not me.

Calisthenics in the cold?

No thanks.

I moved the stationary bike from the garage to the basement, thinking warmth would motivate pedaling.

Five minutes into that, I got nowhere.

I exercised my option to stay sedentary.

Can you burn calories sleeping?

— I realized this winter that I am one really lucky gal.

We don’t own a snow blower, but I do lay claim to a husband with a shovel.

And it’s a versatile one, I can assure you, given it’s good for more than just snow, if you get my “drift.”

((Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at jkiaski@heraldstaronline.com.)

Lessons learned from winter of 2013-14

There are lessons to be learned in all seasons of life.

And in winter, well, that’s certainly no exception.

I got to thinking that the winter of 2013-14 was a kind of classroom for me, a setting in which I was a student mastering one thing or another or in some cases just being quizzed on something I already knew but had forgotten or refused to accept.

Here’s what I mean:

— Threatening that winter is going to be this vast expanse of time in which to accomplish all indoor projects neglected during those nicer outdoor weather days is just that – a big threat.

I should know better, but I’m guilty of telling myself, “Now that’s a good project for winter.”

Everything I said I was going to tackle over the winter months is now officially on the back burner for the winter of 2014-15, the good Lord willing ’cause Janice isn’t. No scrapbook is one page closer to completion, no closet is any cleaner, and photos I vowed to sort and salvage are patiently awaiting attention some rainy day now, I suppose. Picture that.

— I always think I’m going to do a lot of reading during the winter months, which seems like an opportune time to curl up with a blanket and a good book.

The curling up with a blanket part I’ve got down to a science.

Now I’ve just got to learn how to stay awake and make progress past page one.

The most reading I did this past winter was of the between-the-lines sort when Better Half would say something to me.

An observation such as “There’s a lot of stuff in the freezer” is my cue to whip up dinner and not expect him to make another pizza run.

Or an innocent inquiry about “Did you happen to find my hat?” is really a condemning assessment that, yes, no closet is any cleaner. Live with it.

— I learned that I’m not much of a winter athlete, unless watching the Winter Olympics counts for something.

Jog in the snow?

Not me.

Calisthenics in the cold?

No thanks.

I moved the stationary bike from the garage to the basement, thinking warmth would motivate pedaling.

Five minutes into that, I got nowhere.

I exercised my option to stay sedentary.

Can you burn calories sleeping?

— I realized this winter that I am one really lucky gal.

We don’t own a snow blower, but I do lay claim to a husband with a shovel.

And it’s a versatile one, I can assure you, given it’s good for more than just snow, if you get my “drift.”

((Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at jkiaski@heraldstaronline.com.)