One — ohmygod, this is stoopid. Two — pretending to threaten winter is lame, even for me. Three — okay, now what? I don’t know, that’s as far I got. Drop it and move on.
Hey, kids, welcome to February and the final 28 days of winter. It landed on our doorstep first thing this morning without pomp or circumstance or blizzard conditions. Which is a best case scenario if you ask me; there are so many other awful possibilities. The worst of those is the dreaded ‘wintry mix’ — the tangible version of ‘something wicked this way comes.’
When ice enters the picture, hooboy, watch out; a glazed world is a topsy-turvy world. Pedestrians become airborne and orthopedists become boat owners.
But winter hasn’t been its usual unbearable self this year. Not even a snow day. We’ve had snow, of course, and some bitterly cold, windy days, but nothing cataclysmic. And here we are in February, the last obstacle before spring. I’m almost tempted to breathe a sigh of relief, but I don’t want to jinx anything. So I won’t, I’ll just cross my fingers and hope for the best.
While we’re waiting for spring to spring, I’ve found plenty to keep us busy. February is full-to-bursting with entertaining stuff. Besides the obvious — Valentine’s Day and Groundhog Day, President’s Day — there’s also National Tooth Fairy Day (the 28th) and World Whale Day (the 18th). Here, I’ve made a list:
I hope you’ll be willing to drop in again after this exhibition of incompetence. Shoot, next time you might get lucky and I’ll have a real, bona fide idea. I’ve been noodling around with some thoughts and now that I’ve discovered how easy it is to start a post and go nowhere with it, a new world has opened up. Turns out pride is vastly overrated. Yay!
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