I say this a lot and I know for a fact that I’ve said it here more than a few times.
Once you get past February, March is always a mixed bag when it comes to the weather—but winter is just about over.
Of course, we’re not past February yet, are we?
The latest snowstorm caught me by surprise. Once I found out the weather was going to turn to shit again, I started to take inventory of my food provisions. I was fine on everything except for one item: butter. Well, margarine actually. I still call margarine butter. Old habits die hard, don’t you know.
I had a friend visiting me on Friday night and I asked for a favor. I didn’t feel like walking down to the corner of happy and healthy (Walgreens/Covington, KY), so this friend drove me there. I picked up some Blue Bonnet Butter Margarine. Of course I paid too much for it, but at the time, I considered it emergency butter margarine. I picked up a few other items too, just for the hell of it.
Now, I got up Saturday morning as well as this morning feeling kind of OK with the winter weather. We’re not getting this blast in December or January. It’s February and you know my feelings on that.
Hello cold world. Spring is right around the corner.
(Image from giphy.com)
What you are saying about getting past February is true. It is also true that we have had snow on Opening Day.
I can’t do anything at all about the weather except complain about it! The coming week looks a little better than last week so I’ll try and be grateful for that.
I read the weather forecast every morning just to see how I could dress. I can’t remember the last time it ever changed by day. You go with it.
We may get a little sunshine today. That will be nice!
Live for today because there might not be a tomorrow.
Your GIF sort of looks like Garfield Park in Cincinnati but I’m guessing it probably isn’t.
As I said last week, “This ain’t Boston.” Go to the NY Times website and read E. J. Graff’s op-ed piece from Friday’s (2/20/15) paper, entitled “Boston’s Winter From Hell” to get an idea of the huge natural disaster that city is slowly, catastrophically enduring. It makes our weather look mild by comparison.
Tuck, fast forward this song to the spring.
Thanks, Jack Rabbit–I recall this song clearly from the mid-70s. I liked it then, and it still sounds good. I believe it was a top-ten hit. And I’ve been to Boston twice, in spring and summer. It’s a great city but hell to drive in. I can’t imagine what this winter is like, but that NYT article paints a grim picture.
I love all the New England states, but NOT in the winter.
That Please Come to Boston song is now totally in my head for the rest of the day.