Some Whine With That Cheese

I have figured out why I don't like winter. It's not just because it's cold, which I don't like. It's not even just the gray days, which I really don't like. It's not just the icy back roads on the way to all three airports in a nice newly leased car which has the traction of a big sled and the accompanying "oh please don't let me dent this I can't afford it and I'd never hear the end of it" thought process. It's not just the fact that every time I get into and out of my car, I get shocked painfully after sliding on or off the cloth seat. Or that my hair turns into a static monster that increases my desire to chop it short every year, sticking to my back, my shirt, and everything around it. It's not just the short days and long periods of cold darkness, although that's probably way up there on the list. Even the slow down on flying isn't quite the ticket, although it's a part of it. No, I was sitting here at my desk, looking out the window at the bright, sunny day, the blue skies, and I realized that the truth of the matter is that I simply don't like being teased. It looks lovely out there right now, but it's lying. I've been out there. I know. It's cold and unpleasant and any thoughts I have of doing something fun are torn away by the icy wind the second I step outside the door. I need to get instrument current (or more accurately, proficient) in the Baron. I don't need to, but I'd like to keep building experience and proficiency in the T-6. I need to work on some aerobatics in the Decathlon for some upcoming lessons. Those things sound good and productive and even fun right now, looking out my window at that blue sky, but this morning on my one morning off, I stepped outside, wrapped my jacket more tightly around my shoulders, and said "naaaaaah". Winter is a tease. The bad days are bad enough that you know you're not going anywhere but the fuzzy blanket, a good book and a cup of hot chocolate. But the good days get your hopes up...all the way up to the frozen locks, the shaking hands while starting the engine, the attempts to get an airplane out of a hangar with ice on the ground and no traction on the tug. It's not even that cold yet, "just" around freezing. But it's cold enough. Bah Humbug. ;)