Where I Stay: Wintertime

Two pictures of some trees with snow on their branches.

The loft/garage is looking very Christmas Village-y.

This is the winter view from the top of the steps.

Okay, I don't like winter up here. It sucks. For the first few weeks of snow all these motherfuckers forget how to drive and are a serious fucking hazard and drive up my car insurance rates. They are the same douches who drive 15 mph under the speed limit if it is raining out but if it is snowing are cruising by at 5 mph over the limit. The cost to heat a home, which I thankfully do not have to pay, is astronomical because their is no refinery in the state so all the goddamn oil and gas that is extracted up here has to be shipped elsewhere to be refined and then shipped back up here to be used for heating which jacks up the rates. (I'm not sure if that last statement is true but I feel that it is so if it's not, go fuck yourself.) It is seriously fucking cold. Assholes who go snowmachining, need I say more?

All that shit and more aside, winter up here is one of the most beautiful seasons I have ever experienced. The other night a fog moved in and then the temperature dropped so that the fog froze onto any surface outside. When we got up in the morning ice crystals were attached to everything. It was like the entire outside world had crystallized and it looked seriously bad-ass. It didn't last that long as the wind picked up and blew everything onto the ground but while it lasted it was one of the coolest things I have ever seen, made even cooler by the fact that I knew it would only be there for a short period of time. In a kind of existential way it reminded me of the ephemeral nature of my own life. Sure, it was kind of depressing but it made getting drunk that night all the better just because of the finite opportunities afforded to me to get drunk.

So without getting too sappy I'll leave you with this snippet of wisdom I gleaned from a desk in my high school English class. One day I noticed that the wood desk in front me had etched into the wood this order that has stuck with me ever since, "Live long and make babies". Word out.