The wonders of winterizing revisited
I spent the past week winterizing, a seasonal exercise that involves physical and emotional effort.
Sometimes very emotional, very painful.
After all, I am not a fan of the approach of cold weather, but I do realize that, like it or lump it big time, it happens, so get over it.
Our local weather can be pretty weird — one day hot, the next day cold, but it is what it is. At least we don’t have to board up our windows and brace for a hurricane, so some cold weather with snow and all that sort of stuff is nothing to gripe about.
If you have horses, you don’t need a calendar to figure out the seasons are changing and frosty temperatures are going to be part of the daily drill.
They get their winter coats, all furry and kind of like a woolly mammoth as I like to call them when I give them a Janice hug and wrap my arms around their bellies as best I can.
Truth be told, I secretly envy them because they always get a new winter coat.
One of the first things I did when we weren’t besieged by wind or rain and more rain is something I intended to do by myself, but Better Half got in on the action when I started clearing out my flower beds.
This meant removing all the decorative things I put in them, including all the solar lights that need their switches turned to the off position.
How cheerful you are about doing this depends on if the winterizing is occurring before dinner when you’re starving or after dinner when you’d prefer to do nothing at all, especially not flower bed work when the time change has robbed you of extended natural light for such an undertaking.
We were doing this in pre-food, kind-of-dark mode, thinking we’d get done pretty quickly because we were highly motivated to fix dinner, but some mud and husband-and-wife friction generated over where and how to store 56 solar lights slowed the process and progress.
In the end, the backyard summer mini carnival, as Better Half likes to refer to this light show, is officially on winter hiatus.
I actually had a few flower pots with a little flower here and there still hanging on. I guess if I can hug a horse’s belly, I can give a straggler flower or two a pep talk to hang in there or at least pay my respects and assure them that I’ve appreciated their beauty.
Winterizing isn’t all bad, since I become indoor productive and consider some projects I can turn my attention to.
And on the clothing end of things, I actually enjoy reconnecting with some sweaters and corduroy pants, but I am reminded anew that it can be confusing in the apparel department this time of year, too.
I do a hat and glove inventory, and I’m always at a loss for what happened to all the sets of gloves I bought on winter clearance last year. And what happened to all the other sets of gloves I swore we already had?
Suddenly there’s only one glove to this set and one glove to another set.
It’s as if they’re in some sort of conspiracy with all the missing socks in the household.
My guess is they’re Snowbirds all together somewhere, enjoying life away from the Kiaski family and vowing never to return … at least not until the mini carnival comes back to town.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)