Well, I'm Still Here

I grew up here.

I grew up loving here.

I even grew up loving winters here.

I still love here.

But the winters are killing me.

Mentally and physically.

No drive to go outside after the work day's done.

Too sore and tired to follow any exercise regimen to get myself back in shape.

And guilty that my problems are much less than many others', but still I bitch.

Is it time to find an escape from here?


There goes the optimistic light I wanted to cast around here.

Stay Frosty

And I thought last winter was about as bad as it could get.  Granted, we've been spared the longer duration deep freezes we had last winter, but this week was one of the deepest ones in Southern Ontario recorded records.  And some of the meteorological models are predicting more below average temps well into March.

This winter has already been long enough for working outdoors.  With field schedules taking off in March, I'm less than enthused.  Hell, I had a near meltdown in the field the first week back from the x-mas holidays already.

But, I got our hotel booked for the Boston excursion in the summer, nearly $50 'occupancy tax' and all (I'm sorry, taxing someone for visiting your city and staying in one of your hotels?).  And I also secured tickets to Jose Bautista bobblehead day in April.  Which reminds me, I still need to make plans with a certain blogger to meet up for some drinks and collect the ceramic Buerhuehuele bobbler she so graciously picked up for me last summer.

Pitchers and catchers report, officially, to spring training on Monday, and my fantasy baseball leagues are up and running, with the perennial search for replacement managers begun.  That means there's light at the end of this polar express.  Lets just hope its not the train coming the other way.