Yesterday a reader called this most recent snow storm a good reason to stay at home in your pajamas.
A little on that.
I actually have a pair of pajamas I pull out when I’m very sick or incapacitated. These are not the jammies I sleep in, instead these are the traditional two piece, button down top, plaid (they have to be plaid), very New England (or cold weather, same thing) jammies that were simply made to wear with a bathrobe on miserable days.
A timeless classic
The problem with these jammies is that I have become quite the Pavlovian dog while wearing them. If I put them on, my brain gets the signal “I’m sick.” And so without even trying, I act sick. I start slowing down. I don’t move from my chair. A gray pall falls over my world.
See? Ring the bell and I salivate – works every time.
When I knew we’d be buried (not exaggerating here) in that recent snowstorm that dumped 20 inches of snow in our area, I put those jammies on. We never lost electricity or the internet and I *could* have done work, instead I spent the day under a blanket, drinking coffee, and reading. While there’s nothing wrong with doing that once in a while, it’s not how anyone (me) is going to get their work done.
In fact, if I had pulled out my jammies for each snowstorm we’ve had this past winter, I would have turned into a bona fide slug by now. No chicken care, no meals made, no articles written, no classes taught, and no moving from my reading chair. But a lot of books read.
I’d be comfortable, but I wouldn’t be very happy.
So while snow fall does induce a type of sleepiness over our house, as long as we have electricity and I can sit at my computer, I’ll dress in my regular clothes and put my butt in my work chair. Even when it snows for 24 hour straight, (which is just did.) life goes on despite winter weather.
But come the evening, look out. Give me my pajamas, a blanket, and a book, and move out of my way. After all, unlike the doggies, I am only human.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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