Fare You Well February
Farewell and thanks to Groundhogs and Valentines and dead presidents and my ex wives birthdays and Black History Month and Mardi Gras and Fat Tuesday and Ash Wednesday and thanks also for a pretty decent month of weather here in the heartland all things considering......but your time has come little month, you're history, dust, and all that keeps you from being the worst month of the year is January, so good riddance. I doubt many of us are sad to see you go; I for one have been counting your remaining days since before you began.
It's time for the lamb but what I really want is the lion unless I'm having dinner or unless the lion is having dinner. It's snowing a last February hurrah so the lamb may be frozen by March's dawn and if it is I'll have mine medium rare with a sprig of mint, hold the green sauce. March has the Ides and it's Madness and the spring equinox and it will bring grand daughter number 2 and son number one will be sweet 16 and from the the way he and my neighbor's daughter are looking at each other he just may get kissed.
March is our opportunity, it gives us an even playing field, our chance. On the boy's 16th birthday, like his day of birth, the sun will rise exactly in the east and travel through the sky for twelve hours and then set exactly in the west. This is the motion of the sun through the sky for everyone on earth that day. You can get dizzy thinking about that if you look up and try to imagine. That day is all about equality and balance, what more could you ask as an opportunity?
It's finally here March, the lion and the lamb shall lie together but the lamb won't get much sleep. In lieu of the coming of the month that brings spring for which we have all been whining, I am for one day suspending my usual tolerance and understanding for ill humor, depression, wallowing, self pity, and any other such dearth of positivism, so please, get over it tonight and join me in the celebration of the coming of the rite of spring which will bring windy blue sky days and the promise of scantily clad women and outdoor sex and warm rain and my son's first kiss and my grand daughters too and happiness throughout the land.
Grumpiness, self pity, and foul temperment can resume on Wednesday as regularly scheduled.
It's time for the lamb but what I really want is the lion unless I'm having dinner or unless the lion is having dinner. It's snowing a last February hurrah so the lamb may be frozen by March's dawn and if it is I'll have mine medium rare with a sprig of mint, hold the green sauce. March has the Ides and it's Madness and the spring equinox and it will bring grand daughter number 2 and son number one will be sweet 16 and from the the way he and my neighbor's daughter are looking at each other he just may get kissed.
March is our opportunity, it gives us an even playing field, our chance. On the boy's 16th birthday, like his day of birth, the sun will rise exactly in the east and travel through the sky for twelve hours and then set exactly in the west. This is the motion of the sun through the sky for everyone on earth that day. You can get dizzy thinking about that if you look up and try to imagine. That day is all about equality and balance, what more could you ask as an opportunity?
It's finally here March, the lion and the lamb shall lie together but the lamb won't get much sleep. In lieu of the coming of the month that brings spring for which we have all been whining, I am for one day suspending my usual tolerance and understanding for ill humor, depression, wallowing, self pity, and any other such dearth of positivism, so please, get over it tonight and join me in the celebration of the coming of the rite of spring which will bring windy blue sky days and the promise of scantily clad women and outdoor sex and warm rain and my son's first kiss and my grand daughters too and happiness throughout the land.
Grumpiness, self pity, and foul temperment can resume on Wednesday as regularly scheduled.
posted by Edge | 2:55 PM
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