I live in Canada. We call it the Great White North because of its annual covering of snow. In my part of Canada, that lasts three or four months.
We do have warm weather for five to seven months of the year. We also usually have one to four months of shoulder season, times when nights are chilly and days are cool.
These weather patterns aren’t exclusive to Canada. The northern states share my latitude and weather. But I’m not writing an exotic travelogue here.
What am I writing?
Snow is the thing that sets some of us ADHDers up for a symphony of symptoms from procrastination through anxiety to …
So let’s look at the “off” season, shall we? Snow is the thing that sets some of us ADHDers up for a symphony of symptoms from procrastination through anxiety to … well, read on and see.
Warm weather toys need to be taken care of when the weather turns cold. Before the weather turns cold is actually the time to put away boats and motorcycles and patio furniture. As is usually the case, I fell behind this year.
I got my boat, the “ADD Water,” put away a little late, but before there was any snow.
But my bikes spent the autumn out in the driveway, and it hasn’t all been sunshine and lollipops. True, I road as late as November, but on more than one occasion I’ve had to brush snow off of their covers.
The truth is I left it way to late this year. Storage prep is best done when you can work without gloves and still feel your fingers. I left this ‘til this past weekend.
I knew that I would suffer trying to get my batteries out. At my age arthritis isn’t a constant companion, but it’s with me when I do fine work in cold environments. I also knew that the bikes wouldn’t start easily, a requirement to warm up the oil so I could change it. They had to run to get the gas storage additive into the carburetors.These things had to be done.
I suddenly thought, while trying to steel myself to the cold task ahead, that it would be so much easier to do the work in my house. I have no garage, and the shed that my bikes go into for winter isn’t big enough to work in, nor is it heated.
To make the idea more appealing, the bikes would easily roll right in through the patio door. The more I thought about it …
Within ten minutes I was pushing the bikes indoors.
Impulsive becomes inappropriate
With the bikes inside the patio door I relaxed. They would need to warm up before I could start them.
Wait a minute!!?!
Start the bikes in the house? That wouldn’t work, no venting. I had done an impulsive thing that led to a mistake.
If only the bikes could stay indoors, I wouldn’t need to run them. I could change the oil in the spring.
I sat looking at the bikes and pondering my predicament, and beating myself up more for leaving this so late.
But the seed of an idea had already been sown. Why couldn’t they stay in the house over the winter? Well, they couldn’t stay in the living room where they were, but what about the dining room? I had no plans for formal dining in the near future.
Inappropriate becomes inspirational
I quickly moved my dining room table and put down a large rubber mat on the hardwood floor. I moved the two bikes into the dining room just as the snow on the tires started to melt (I told you I’d left it too late).
How do you feel about that, Kelly?
I’m not sure that my late wife would approve. Actually, I know my late wife wouldn’t approve if she were still here. Formal dining was always part of her holiday season. But I’m wondering how she would feel about this, knowing there would be no dining. I like to think she’d approve of me getting things done, but …
I know my therapist is going to ask me how I feel about what I’ve done. I’m not sure yet what I’ll tell her. She’s a non-traditional therapist anyway, no couch in her office. I don’t think she’ll disapprove.