1. Denial- A complete and unsubstantiated belief that the weather people are exaggerating for effect and "it's not going to be that bad"
I tell myself that I live in Canada and snow is part of my DNA. We have shovels and a tractor. Really, we can cope.
I greet the first storm with open arms. A lovely day spent inside reading, warm and cosy while the storm rages outside. Maybe I'll bake cookies.
Denial does not last long.
|This seems like a lot of snow|
|I should have been adopted in Florida.|
As the snow piles up, the next stage emerges.
I keep the local hardware store afloat with salt, ice melt and an ice scraper. My anger finds outlet in the flailing at snow and ice to make sure that the inevitable rain that falls has a path to escape.
One can only flail for so long though.
Endless rounds of shovelling, ice breaking, barn cleaning for
Books remain unread and cookies are not made.
3. Bargaining: During the 4th or 5th relentless storm I turn to Ed, gaze lovingly into his eyes and say "I'll give you $1,000 if you'll go out and take care of the horses"
"no" he says.
So much for bargaining.
It's a short stage.
But our marriage remains intact.
4. Depression. I can't believe that there's more snow falling. And freezing rain. And snow.
I have no energy to tackle it. I make myself go out and deal with it. It's like sitting in the dentist chair. There's no going around, there's only through. So I persevere.
Again the horses are supremely
I worry that soon the horses will be able to step over the fence as it disappears into the drifts.
Intellectually I know that it's pretty.
And then I realized. I have tipped over to the final stage:
Bring it on.