Isablog #18 – Snow, Snow and More Snow

And just like that, we’ve been engulfed in a sea of white.

On the off chance you don’t live in the UK, or own a window for that matter, which would be rather strange, then you might have missed the fact that it’s snowed quite a lot this weekend. Well, by a lot, I of course mean by UK standards. If this was Northern Norway it would look like a standard spring morning. But alas, here we are. And here’s Isabelle sat in the snow looking gleefully excited by the surrounding white stuff:

Suffice to say, we didn’t spend too long in the snow. As much as I wanted to play hide the baby, or build a snowman (or woman, don’t be sexist), we felt it would be better to spend the day inside, in the warmth. I’m not twelve anymore, I see very little enjoyment in freezing cold hands and potential frostbite. I’m a postman, I see enough of that in work without having it in my home life. Maybe if Isabelle was a little bit older, we certainly would’ve been able to have a little more fun. But playing in the snow with a seven month old probably isn’t the best idea.

I will admit, that when we have days like today, there’s a small part of me that just wants it to get worse. That part is screaming out to wake up to seven foot of snow and everyone barricaded in their homes with no chance of getting out for at least a week. No electricity, no heating. Just whatever food we can muster, and the house lit by candles. Call it my inner anarchist, but when shit hits the fan, I often want it to keep getting hit. It’s a bad trait, I know that, but I can’t deny the fact that I revel in the chaos. I understand that for some, it would literally be life or death, but I still want the extremities to be pushed to their limits. I’m just a avid fan of excessive, life threatening drama, and I apologies for it. There are darker parts to my psyche, but I think we’ll leave them for now.

Thinking About the Weather

I do find it kind of amazing that we’ve gotten to a point in our human evolution that we can actually enjoy something like snow. These days you can comfortably sit in a warm, climate controlled house, with a fridge full of food and not a care in the world. I don’t think we realise quite how amazing that actually is.

Back in the day, a day like today, would be horrendous. But we’re that far removed from our ancestors (and you don’t exactly have to go back that far to compare) that people don’t really care what it used to be like. We’d rather grizzle about the fact we have to de-ice the car, put a few extra layers on, and have the heating turned up a few extra degrees. We don’t have to worry about whether we have enough food for the winter, warmth to survive the night or somewhere safe to sleep. We have it the easiest any humans in all of history have ever had it. Well, most of us do.

There are people, right now, this very minute, outside in the snow through no want of their own very nearly freezing to death. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t know the details of their circumstances. Yes, it could be ‘their fault’ that they’ve found themselves there, but does it matter? They’re still facing this weather whilst we’re sat in relative luxury. I don’t want to bang on about this; no one wants me to sit here and ramble on about homelessness. But, like I’ve said before, I’m quite a reflective person. And I can’t help but think about the fact that this snow is hellish for others, even if I’m in fact enjoying it. So, if you fancy helping others out who aren’t so lucky, feel free to donate to Crisis, who help out those who are homeless. I did donate £10, it’s not a lot, but I have a wife milking her maternity leave whilst I work incredibly hard. And by ‘incredibly’ I just mean I turn up, do my work, then go home.

Last Part, Honestly!

Well, that’s about it for this week. I will apologies again for waffling on about things unrelated to having a baby. I’ve been listening a lot lately to Dan Carlin’s Hardcore History. If you have the slightest interest in history, then please give it a listen. I’m about 19 hours into his series on the First World War, and yes, it has changed the way I think about things at the moment. When you hear that much about what people faced in battles like Verdun, the Somme or Passchendaele, you really do look at your life and just laugh at how good you have it. Never forget what we have these days. It’s insane how good life is in 2017 in comparison to what they faced 100 years ago. We love feeling hard done by, but we’re really not. Obviously I can’t speak for everyone, this is just a vast generalisation of the western world, and I’m well unaware that everything I say is totally wrong the vast majority of the time.

Anyway, that’s enough rambling. I’ll see you again next week, which will likely be my last blog before Christmas, or possibly the last blog of the year. So, until next week!

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I’m a 27 year old married father of one – soon to be two! I started blogging after suffering with postnatal depression when Isabelle was born. These days I just talk about my life as a dad.

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