Even though spring is right around the corner and the days are already getting longer, we are still wrapped in the blanket of Ol’ Man Winter for a few more weeks.  The air has a bite, the wind sometimes stings and the ground is a muddy mess from warm temperatures teasing us with spurts of spring-like days and pre-mature thawing.  What do you do with your free time to cure the winter blues?

Lots of locals foxhunt on the weekends.  The footing has been terrible as of late and clubs have been canceling even on seemingly nice days.  Listen to the masters, folks.  They have a responsibility not to tear up landowner’s fields and to keep all field members and staff safe.

It is award show season and many like to see all the nominees in the theaters.   I do not enjoy a crowded theater, so our last movie outing was to see the latest installment of the “50 Shades of Grey“ series.  There were only about 4 people in the theater because the movie sucked.  Stick with the nominees.

Skiing, snowboarding, ice skating, snow tubing are all super fun winter activities. They can, however, be pricy adventures if you have to pay for rentals, tickets, and the obligatory $8 hot chocolate in the cafeteria.  I grew up in the Suzi Chapstick era where it was vogue to only wear a fluffy headband on your head.  These days everyone wears a helmet because you never know when the next Olympian will shred past you at warp speed knocking you off your feet.

The Olympics.  This happens to be an Olympic year so some are getting obsessed with all the sports, competitors and pageantry.   I have been giggling with friends about Curling, mainly because we just don’t get it and act out the sport with Swiffers and Roombas.

Who doesn’t love a spa day?  My husband and I recently had an odd experience when our trustworthy friend recommended we visit the local Korean Day Spa. It has whirlpools, saunas, crystal rooms, massages, a juice bar and more.  If you ever have had a body image issue, you should spend a day there. There are all kinds of proud naked people around you in the single-sex locker rooms, in your face, and without personal space boundaries. To get to the common area that I called “the prison yard”, it was mandatory to wear an orange jumpsuit provided by the spa.  There were sauna-like rooms with crystals that were very cool in theory except for they were full of sweaty, barefoot people with BO.  In the locker rooms, there were naked waterparks with salt scrubs, whirlpools, waterfalls, and jets that were so crowded the main pool was like a tub full of bobbing apples and when one got out the others just took up more room. My husband loved it, I hated it, but we did go on rainy Saturday afternoon with every other non-skiing person in Northern Virginia.  Maybe on a Tuesday, there wouldn’t be as many apples in the pool for a more pleasurable experience.

Hang on friends, spring will be here soon!