The gray skies have settled over the Midwest, the snow is coming in regular intervals, and unlike Colorado--where I grew up--there is nothing to do outside. No decent skiing, snowshoeing, or sledding. Heck, the snow won’t even pack enough to build a snowman, much to Molly’s chagrin.
This time of year always reminds me on Jimmy Buffett’s song, Boat Drinks.
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare
I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere
I'm close to bodily harm
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on
Nobody cares they are way too far gone
Screamin' "boat drinks", something to keep 'em all warm
This mornin', I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow
Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott?
Any ol' place here on Earth or in space
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
Oh I know, (I know)
I should be leaving this climate
I got a verse but can't rhyme it
I gotta go where it's warm!
I desperately want to go somewhere warm. But it ain't gonna happen. You see, this is the first year in a very long time that we are not heading south for a reprieve from the weather. As a result we definitely have cabin fever—but unlike the song I have not repeatedly used a firearm on my freezer.
One of the very first signs of Cabin Fever is hearing your almost five-year-old whine, “Mom! I’m bored! There’s nothing to do!” Christmas was less than a month ago, the kid has more toys than she knows what to do with, but she choses to leave them sit on the shelf and whine that there is nothing to do. Seriously? Nothing?
There is no real cure when your kid has Cabin Fever. You just have to wing it. Throw a bunch of stuff at her and see what sticks. It’s made me dig deep into my creative soul to figure out fun things to do.
I say I dig deep, but my creative soul is actually pretty shallow. I mean I can
steal replicate someone else's idea, but am not that good at coming up with interesting things on my own. I just offer up some routine activities and hope that something sounds kind of interesting at the moment.
Here are some random shots from our first of many CABIN FEVER weeks this winter. (Honestly, this is a post about nothing in particular, but these are the only pictures I’ve got this week, I’ll try to make it seem like something.)
Molly has become quite a little artist recently. My first thought when the “I’m bored!” whine starts is to have her draw a picture. Molly’s art always has to have an audience. She wants to make artwork for someone. I convinced her that Grandma and Grandpa would love a Molly masterpiece to hang on their fridge.
This is what she came up with. I thought it was pretty good. It seems like just a few weeks ago we were limited to pictures of stick figures or suns. Although this one has stick figures and a sun, Molly has broadened her horizons. She’s added onto the basic design to make a meaningful work of art.
Next up was a birthday phone call to Mia. Yes, I actually encouraged my daughter to talk to her friend on the phone. But I was desperate. I needed to make the whining stop. I know I will be kicking myself later for teaching her this skill.
So there it is. A post about absolutely nothing. Kinda like Seinfeld. He did a show about absolutely nothing for years, and it worked for him.
Now I think it is just about time for my boat drink.