A week ago, I was reveling in late Fall loveliness. Brightly colored leaves were still clinging to branches, the sun was warmly shining and going outdoors was not in the least forbidding. Well, that was last week. This week, oh, this week.
The sudden cold has been shocking, bone-chillingly so. Okay, so maybe not that cold, but still not warm. To add insult to injury, most of my real cold weather clothes are still in transit -- not exactly where I need them. Somehow I managed to make sure the boys had all the necessary winter gear and that Kenny too was taken care of, in fact, I double and triple checked this, and yet failed to pack more than a few cotton sweaters for me. Worst of all, I have no one to blame but myself. So, I'll be start the new year clothed in warmth, but for now, I look something like the stay-puff marshmallow man's sister with all the layers I'm sporting.
I haven't lived in cold weather in 4 years, and I'd sort of forgotten just how cold one can get. And, I know this is just the beginning. The temperature isn't even close to it's final resting place and will continue like this well into April. BRRRRRRR.
I can weather (get it? I kill myself!) the cold. But...but, my hands are another story. Just a few days of this bitter chill and they are dry, chapped, cracked and I know bleeding can't be too far behind. Having grown up in Hawaii, I was never very good with chapped hands anyway. But, now, I'm completely hopeless. Nothing I'm using is providing any relief. They hurt. And the pain makes me cranky.
There must be a miracle product out there I haven't found yet. Some lotion, cream, balm, salve, ointment, oil, butter that can help me. Do you have a miracle cure or tested remedy? Share it with me, would you? I don't care if its slather your hands in crisco and sleep in socks, if it works, I'll do it. Please, I'm begging you. I'll owe you one. An enormously, huge one at that. Please, please, please.