I’m not a hateful person by nature. Really. There are very few things that I can say that I genuinely hate. Foods don’t count – everyone has some foods that they hate. However, Connecticut, for example – it serves no purpose other than to delay my arrival in Massachusetts, when we travel across the Tappan-Zee on 287, to 684 and north on I-84. It is 2-2.5 hours of driving monotony and boredom. I hate driving up through Connecticut, and I hate driving down through Connecticut.
I also hate February. Technically, it’s the shortest month on the calendar, but to me it is just 28 days of hell. Again, it serves no purpose, other than to delay the arrival of Spring. I’d be perfectly happy to celebrate the Christmas and New Year’s holidays, cruise through MLK birthday, and arrive at the end of January and the Super Bowl, and then completely skip February and jump right into March. March says, “it’s getting warmer… the snow is melting… come, plan your garden… get ready for more sunlight…” but February is the big party pooper than has to make me wait and wait and wait.
So, here it is now February 27th. I’ve only written one other post this month, as I’ve been too damn depressed by the snow and cold. Only two weeks ago I still had nearly two feet of snow in the backyard – today, it is nearly all gone. Sure, the lawn underneath looks like crap, but still, it will dry out soon enough. Just one more day of February!!