I Have Seasonal Affective Disorder

February 12, 2015

Good morning.  It's not snowing at the moment, but I don't really want to look out my window in case I'm wrong.  They say ignorance is bliss, and right now I'd like to believe that is not snowing this morning.

I've been listening to the Weather Channel, and the upcoming outlook is pretty bleak.  Lots more wicked Artic cold temps and another huge storm is what they are talking about.  However, they are saying that Spring will be here in 36 days and 11 hours.   Well now, isn't that special!

Now they (the Weather Channel)  are asking "Are you grumpty, are you tired, have you no energy?"   Well it's called "Snow Fatigue".    In other words, "Seasonal Affective Disorder".   The best thing to do is to do things that make you happy or that make you feel as though you have accomplished something.  Also go outside and get lots of sunshine.   Sunshine on your face is the best remedy.

This good information comes from a doctor featured on the Weather Channel.   I guess if one has a problem of any sort, you just stick a word in front of  "Affective Disorder" to give your problem a name.  Playing with your crafts and puzzles and doing your household chores should cure you.  As for the sunshine, well that's totally up to Mother Nature. 

Folks, I spent most all day yesterday making phone calls, trying to find a company that does roof snow removal.  Out of all the calls, only one was answered by a person.  He said he'd call me back, but so far has not.  Most places had a recording answer their calls saying that they were not taking on any new customers. 

One business had a recording on saying that they were closed for the season.  Now that one baffled me.  If you do snow removal, how can you be closed for the season in the middle of all these large snow storms?

This morning I've been busy making more calls.  So far, I'm not having any luck.  The only two people I managed to reach did not have any helpful information for me, although one of them may call me back with a number.   Is it any wonder why my Seasonal Affective Disorder is kicking in?  I'm crabby, tired, grouchy, have no energy, have lost my sense of humor, and in short - I'm ready to dance in the sun if it ever finds my little hometown.

In answer to questions about that wicked nasty electric bill that I mentioned, it is a one month only bill for my entire house.  Even though this is a big house, it is still an enormous bill.  I'm expecting three more just like it before it starts to go down a bit.  As for heat, I have mostly oil heat in the house.  Just one room has electric heat, and that person likes her room cool.

Once I got done making all those phone calls yesterday, I spent a few hours working on my taxes.  Talk about Seasonal Affective Disorder!!!  Between working on the taxes and the snow, I'm getting a huge double whammy!   Thanks be that this is not a terminal condition.  If Spring and Summer arrive, and I still have all my roofs in good order on my house, I'll begin to heal. 

UPDATE!  UPDATE!   It looks like I may have a cure coming a lot sooner than Springtime.  My phone just rang, and it was a local landscaper that I had called.  He gave me a name and phone number of someone who could help me.  I called, and the nice man said he would be by in a couple of hours to have a look and give me a price.  Gosh, if he were here, I'd have given him a huge hug!!!!

I have a couple of photos of the leak that we sprung, and the gorgeous orange bucket that catches most of the drips.  As you can see, the wee wee pad catches a lot of drips too.  The leaks are coming in through the top of a door frame.  It is caused by all the ice and snow on the roof.  If the temperature goes up one or two degrees, it leaks.  Then the temperature goes back down and the drips stop.  (This orange bucket is the monster that frightened Pogo)

On a lighter note, I found an adorable image on my daughter's web page and thought I would share it here.  I think all our school kids would really enjoy going to school in something like this.

Now I'm going to grab my little dog and dance around the house like a crazy lady.   No one will see me so it's okay.  And even if they do, I just tell them that I'm old and it's okay for an old lady to act crazy sometimes.   So far, they all buy it.

So, till tomorrow, Y'all be safe and have a fantabulous day.

Hugs, Edna B.