winter

this morning i had to pry my cardoors open with a hammer. my sidewalk was covered with a thin layer of tail-bone breaking frost. the wind was causing my ears to sting. i hate it when my ears sting. by the time i reached my car, my hands were frozen. i really hate people with attached garages. hate is a very strong word, so i use it only for those with attached garages. after unlocking my cardoor on the driver's side, i realized there would be no chance in my muscling it open.

(unfortunately, not being able to "muscle" things is a fairly common theme in my life, like, say, muscling open jar lids. this has always been somewhat confusing to me, since i always felt my finger muscles were the only set of muscles on my body that were "above average". perhaps everyone thinks their finger muscles are "above average" since they seem to be so damn strong. my fingers are, like, one fiftieth the width of my bycep. i can finger curl a bucket of paint, but i doubt i could bicep curl fifty buckets of paint. this would be hard to prove, since i can't imagine how i could possibly grasp fifty paint bucket handles. i digress.)

so, i had to go back in my house, rummage around for a hammer. once i found one, prying open the door was rather easy. hammers rule.

(what is so damned difficult about creating a common area for hammers? i am ALWAYS looking for a friggin' hammer! you'd think i would put a couple of nails in a closet... hang a hammer, er something! nah. like every other routinely needed household gadget, once found, easily taken for granted)

winter sucks.