Frozen Motivation

Its February of a particularly robust winter here in the North East.

Quentin Crisp said, and I am paraphrasing “There are three reasons for becoming a writer: you need the money : you have something to say that you think the world should know or you can’t find anything to do with the long winter evenings". It’s the third one I disagree with. It’s the long winter DAYS that have compelled me to join the blogosphere. Days of more snow ,endless colds, and many afternoons in what my friend so eloquently calls a  "snot coma".  Add two kids, a hefty work commute, the longest driveway anyone has ever had to shovel and I find myself here, planning....writing.

My son was pacing in the kitchen the other day; it was reminiscent of the way big cats pace in their cages at the zoo. Looking at him made me realize, that was precisely how I felt.

Now OK I know there are many great things to do in the winter, but for me winter is like some exotic food I have learned to tolerate, grown to appreciate, but if I am being honest, really don't like. Besides, the bouts of puking, runny noses and fevers make it hard to find the motivation to build yet another snowman.
 
So that leaves me here writing this blog. It will officially begin in what I affectionately call the spring, or at very least in the swan song of winter, when I thaw out and get motivated.
As you can tell by the title it will chronicle my day trips. They won’t be your typical zoo, park, or museum jaunts, but rather a bit off the beaten path. They will most likely involve two or more of the things I love most: food, new places, and of course my three favorite people.

I plan to deal with the question that begins many a Saturday morning in my house "What are we going to do today?"

Follow me to hear about my first adventure. I will only tell you the title,"Leave the house, take the cannoli", then leave you to wait in the frozen animation of winter for it.