Shine

The local VFW hall is just down the road a piece. It has one of those signs out front with the "with-stands blizzards, monsoons and wedding receptions" plastic letters that makes a marquee.

During the summer, I used to drive by with silly anticipation waiting to see the week's saying. It was always something Reader's Digest-y, like "Love is blind: Marriage is a real eye opener" and "A right man argues his case well. A happy man simply says, 'Yes, dear.'" So this past week, I admit I was a tidge bit annoyed when I read the latest:

"February is to a Maine winter what Wednesday is to the work week."

Excuse me? It's two below today. March begins this week. Are you telling me this IS ONLY FREAKIN' HUMP DAY?????

Really, I had been hangin on just fine. Sure, I'm a little bit stir crazy and quite a bit bored. The baby and I both want to get outside for fresh air and exercise and, no, trekking to the mailbox at the end of my sidewalk doesn't count.

I need me a break here, people. I need no glove wearin', long walk without numb cheeks takin' weather. I do not need a reminder that this is only mid-winter. The SnowCat's outside and Jack Nicholson is talking to ghosts.

All work and no play make Warbler a dull girl.
All work and no play make Warbler a dull girl.
All work and no play make Warbler a dull girl.
All work and no play make Warbler a dull girl.
All work and no play make Warbler a dull girl.
All work and no play make Warbler a dull girl.
All work and no play make Warbler a dull girl.
All work and no play make Warbler a dull girl.
All work and no play make Warbler a dull girl.