I buy flowers every week and when I have someone over who asks what they should bring, I say flowers. Always, it is flowers.
We have had one hell of a winter, starting in October and still going well into this first week of April. While different parts of the country continue falling asleep to snow storms, there remains snow on the ground in Ottawa and I am still in my parka and boots.
It’s not really the snow, but rather the temperatures. The -40s and the -30s to which we have been subjected, paralyzing many of us.
Aside from which, my skin. Holy hell has my skin taken a beating. Between the blasts of -30 and -40, the heat at home, and the toggling between the heat and the freezing vents at the office, the skin on my face has been brutalized to the point that olive oil stopped cutting it as a moisturizer and I have now switched to sweet almond oil. I don’t gently dab it on and I don’t wipe off the excess because, in that order, I can’t and I can’t. Depending on how much time I have, I either dunk my face in a bowl of it of pour it directly onto my face. Either way, by the time I am upright and looking forward, my skin has absorbed it. Even though this routine I perform in the morning, as soon as I get home, and once before bed, not once does my skin not absorb the oil like it is some kind of parched Saharan desert patch (and, in case you’re wondering, I drink about 12 cups of water a day).
Which means that for most of us who would rather stay cozy by lodging our ass firmly inside of an actual fire, or sticking our face into a furnace flame, we really haven’t gone out much. Many of us have been hibernating. On one hand I can count the number of times I went out monthly during each of January, February and March. My friends, too. Aside from heading out to purchase groceries, we have been curled into warm pj-s and sweaters from the moment we arrive home from work until the next morning when we must leave for it again.
On Tuesday, I woke up with a splitting headache – odd, as I am not ever prone to migraines. I imagine this is because of the lack of fresh air outdoorsy activity (blargh) over the course of the last 90 days. And so, even without the benefit of a mobile fire rolling alongside me, I decided to indulge a little more. 30 times more, to be exact. 30 beautiful tulips to add to my regular Sunday purchase of 18 white roses (out of frame, sorry) and the bouquet brought as a gift for Saturday dinner at mine. If I am refusing to go to the outdoors, then I will continue to instead bring that asshole into my home by force.
I am tripping over flowers (that are sucking the oxygen from my face) and I am doing it happily.
Currently, it is -4, super windy and gloomy as shit. I plan on burrowing home to sit in a hot tub filled with sweet almond oil (no water) with all of these vases shoved into the washroom for my viewing pleasure.