Everybody loves October, but who needs February? Hands down the month of the groundhog and Valentines is about as much fun as a high colonic. Paperwork needed for the April tax rape administered by the bunko artists in D.C. starts pouring in and, if you live in snow country, it's now dirty brown with plenty more on the way. Let's face it after December most of us are ready for Spring and Summer. January, February and most of March are like relatives you aren't that fond of announcing that they are coming for a visit and can stick around for a couple of extra weeks. February is also a sports desert. Football is over and, though pitchers and catchers report next week, baseball's spring training doesn't provide exhibition games until the very end of the month. Basketball?? Please! Basketball is the February of sports.
Here in the Inland Northwest it's our turn to host the polar vortex. This week and next look to be on the extremely cold side with oodles of white fluffy stuff piling up outside our windows. Perhaps that's why half the neighbors are gone? Those of us who last August never gave a thought to winter now huddle by the fire with books or Netflix and promise ourselves to never get caught like this again as we scan the web for Zillow or VRBO deals. We do take some comfort in the knowledge that our friends and relatives in California, Arizona, Florida and Hawaii will likely be broiling this August while we enjoy a beverage or three under clear skies, no flies and perfectly comfy temperatures.
From Frozen Monkey, Montana to Moose Munch, Maine, and Ice Pick, Idaho we cold and wet Americans are more than ready for this thing called February to be over. Just twenty more days and we'll be in mud season! Baby steps. In the meantime, who wants ice cream?
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| The lake isn't frozen. Why am I? |
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