A few weeks ago, I wrote a post called “Winter Wonderland” as a prelude to some of the first actual snow we’d experienced up in the Tundra of Minnesota.  I reminisced about snow angels and the fun we had as children making them.  Today, however, after more than a week of sub zero temperatures and wind chills that could send a polar bear on a Caribbean cruise, I’m beginning to develop another malady known to us northern dwellers.  It’s called Cabin Fever.

All this “Global Warming” is really becoming a big joke.  They may change the terminology to Climate Change in order to bamboozle us into thinking that our planet is out of control and if we don’t spend billions of dollars on fixing it soon, we will all die within a month. It’s funny how many of these scientific minds actually believe in the Creator God, yet they don’t put much faith into what He alone can accomplish.  Over the thousands of years of mankind’s existence, there is still no one who can accurately predict the weather or do anything about it.  But I digress.

Back to Cabin Fever.  This dilemma usually doesn’t occur until around mid-February when there’s little to enjoy about winter unless you love cross country skiing, making snowmen, having snowball fights, building a snow fort, or eating snow because your car won’t start and you can’t get to town for supplies.  In other words, you become a slave to your home.  You are a prisoner within your own walls.  If you do venture out, you better be carrying a snow shovel and wearing mittens and boots.  If not, you will wind up like my pictured friend above.

Now that all the hub bub of the holidays has passed and our lives are returning to semi-reality, it’s hard to get thrilled about going anywhere.  When you open the door and are greeted by winds that freeze your nose hairs and blinding, brilliant, gray everywhere, it’s so much easier to crawl back inside and warm up by the fire.  Even the dog is protesting.

I love the change of seasons that my state boasts about.  We have the best of all of them.  It’s just that winter seems to occupy most of the year. But never fear!  In a few months I’ll be complaining because of the heat.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. hatrack4 says:

    Have you read the novel “The State of Fear” by Michael Crichton? While the book is fictional, I think his premise is on the mark. “The State of Fear”, in his definition, is the unholy union of politics, media, and lawyers all jumping on some form of pseudo-science to create fear in the populace. Fear sells advertisements in the media, builds a groundswell of political support that allows the politicians to cash in, and all of the above keeps lawyers in business. What do we fear then becomes the fill-in-the-blank.

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  2. our cabin fevers is reigning supreme down here as well—it hasn’t been about freezing in over a week and we have colder air coming….not something we usually experience down here for any really length of time—ours is fickle weather—30 and snow one day, 60’s and sunny the next….yet not this winter—today there rare snow storm has blanketed Georgia’s coastal area—snow and ice dropped Spanish moss—-now that is an oddity—
    but I get that cabin fever business—I tend to cook more than I should—and we know that means eat more—so when I do get out, I fall into creeks…a vicious cycle 🙂

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  3. Lady Quixote says:

    Remember a few years back when they were blaming the extreme weather changes on a polar vortex? I call it the bipolar vortex, because it is!

    Here in New Mexico we had temps in the upper 70s a few days after Christmas. Yesterday morning when I let the dogs out, the temperature was just 3 degrees above zero. Our trees were full of very confused looking robins.

    Today, though, our high got all the way up to 50! The robins, doves, and finches in our trees sang like an angel choir.

    It’s a bipolar vortex!

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  4. LOL Kathy about freezing your nose hairs….I totally understand that. And yes, lately I make my way to the chicken coop with shovel in hand.

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