It has been a little chilly here lately. It even snowed on Thursday, and there wasn’t even a two hour delay! What the heck is the point of that? But not this past weekend. This weekend the weather was so amazingly sunny, and reached 60 degrees. 60 degrees! In February! Evey year these random warm February days surprise me. Isn’t it March that is supposed to be in like a lion and out like a lamb. Not south of the Mason Dixon baby!
For a short time when we first moved down here I had a job that made me tool around the city of Atlanta in prime gouge your eyes out traffic hours. Coming down 400 at 4:30 on a Thursday afternoon? Comparatively water boarding doesn’t seem that bad. But occasionally we would have these amazing gorgeous February days and suddenly the drive wasn’t that bad. I could put the windows down! In February! Are you hearing me, I could drive around with the windows down before St. Patrick’s day. (And not because the windows stopped working at an inopportune moment at the drive thru and the car you were driving was in lieu of a payment your dad’s client could not afford to pay. Then you just had to pretend it was 60 degrees and sunny. Jill, Em, holler if you hear me.)
It didn’t matter if it took 45 minutes to go 15 miles. I had my windows down. I would put my sunglasses on and smile. I would put my bare hand out of the window and start working on my ring tan. I could handle the traffic, see it as a blessing even because I had come from a place where I appreciated sunny, beautiful, February days. PEOPLE, I wanted to scream, SOMEBODY THROW A PARTY I HAVE MY WINDOWS DOWN IN FEBRUARY ON PURPOSE!
I will never forget the day I saw a guy in his convertible, with the top down, in February, mad as could be because apparently someone cut him off. I started laughing. I could not believe that someone could be that angry when they were sitting in their amazing car with the top down in the middle of winter. This guy clearly did not know what it was like to go without the sun for a month at a time. He didn’t know that there are people in the Midwest who lose their sunglasses every season because they go that long without needing them. He just didn’t get it. He did not have problems, how can you have problems with your top down in February?
I wonder how many 60 degrees and grumpy moments I have in my own life. Not about the weather, but metaphorically. I mean, I have a great husband and a healthy, happy baby. I go to a job, that while tedious when it comes to paperwork, I mostly enjoy. I actually believe I am making a difference. I like my students and my co-workers. So when I roll out of bed and just don’t feel like going? I need to recognize the blessing that is my life. I need to realize that over all my life is 60 degrees in February, maybe somebody did cut me off, but considering the overall circumstances, I can let it slide.