Deceived

Two tennis rackets are perched by our front door. A set and a half of golf clubs rattle around in the trunk of our car. My road bike, which has lived in our living room all winter, in case I ever had the urge to pedal in place, has been re-released into the wilds of the garage.

Each of these is evidence of the deception we experienced last weekend. A mere 8 days ago we went to an outdoor driving range. 7 days ago, we attempted to play tennis at the courts down the street, but, finding them full, went for the first bike ride of the season in the river valley. I wore shorts and a t-shirt. And I wasn't cold. I believed that winter had finally released her grip on us. I even began to believe that Edmonton isn't that bad, after all. (That very thought ran through my head as we walked to the tennis court).

When I heard we had another cold spell coming, I was quick to defend the weather. The Parable of the Day Laborers came to mind, and I proclaimed that we shouldn't complain about a small dip in temperature--we had, after all, received an unseasonably warm two days--how could we complain about that?

But then the slight dip turned into a nose dive. And I woke this morning to this:

And it's still snowing. Just when I was ready to put away my winter clothes. Sigh. And so I am again hunkered down inside. And Jon is running a 10 mile race...outside. I don't know which one of us feels angrier. I guess now is the time to do all of that cross-country skiing that I neglected for the last 6 months of snow.