Friday, November 2, 2012

I just...I can't....

The sun pushed through the clouds for a few glorious hours yesterday, so I pulled myself out of my dark place and put on my running shoes, determined to get out of the house (for the first time in three days; that's really healthy) and soak up some vitamin D. 

I put my headphones in and cranked up some Christmas music...yes, CHRISTMAS MUSIC. Before Thanksgiving. Everyone calm down, I've been listening to Christmas music for at least a month now. And Germany doesn't have Thanksgiving anyways.

Also, THIS just came out and there was no way I wasn't listening to it on repeat for at least a few days. You don't have to like Ceelo or anyone else in his genre to enjoy this album. It's all Christmas classics done in a really quirky, soulful, fun way. 

Also, as long as you're getting amazing Christmas music recommendations, DOWNLOAD THIS IMMEDIATELY. You will not regret it, I promise. A mere $10 for hours of joy year after year. In fact, if you have to choose between this or Ceelo, choose this. 

No one is paying me to say these things, but they should be, amIright?

ANYHOW, I crank up my Christmas jams and take off (slowly and with no small amount of internal whining) down the tractor trail. I haven't been out in a while, and especially not down the tractor road, so I'm taking my time, looking around, enjoying being outside in the sun. Don't be mistaken, the sun does not equal warmth. I was freezing my buns off. Also, understand that the tractor trail essentially connects our little town with the next town...it provides access to all of the fields in between our towns, so when you head down the road and hit the open fields, you're also hit by a wall of wind that shoots across this big uninterrupted open space. Cold, angry wind that slices through your clothes and slaps your bare skin underneath. 

So I'm plodding along, willing myself to enjoy this experience when I suddenly start to notice these poles that are stuck into the ground at intervals along the road. They're about 6 feet tall and basically frame the entire tractor trail. 
What the? 

And then it dawns on me. 

Those poles are there to indicate where the road is when it snows. THOSE POLES ARE 6 FEET TALL. Those poles look like they've been through a lot, like this is not the first year they've been placed along this road. Which means that it was determined that in order for those poles to be effective in their road-indicating duties, they would have to be tall enough to be visible at all times above the snow level. And that appropriate level was 6 feet. WHICH MEANS the snow is expected, nay, encouraged to pile to such heights. 

The mind reels. 

The heart prays that our next duty station is Hawaii. 

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