Beware the ides of February.


Dear sweet blog. Our relationship was so wonderful for so long. We spent all our free time together and just really loved getting to know each other. Now I only pay attention to you when I feel like it and I’m starting to wonder if there might be better ways to spend my time. You poor neglected thing.

Well today would make some sort of midwinter’s blues in I lived in a place that allowed such feelings. I got bit several times by mosquitoes yesterday sitting in the yard. Seriously, what is up with that? It has been in the 30s plenty the last few weeks, so any airborne blood sucking demons should have died. Florida is just an odd odd place. I’m telling you, we are probably second to Australia as far as having the highest number of things that wish to bite you and my guess is in Australia, they have more animals than people.

Here I sit in what any other part of the world would be considered a perfectly good time of year to pop on a copy of “Bridge Over Troubled Waters” and enjoy the mid-winter slump. Instead we just keep going here. I think to some degree the human condition calls for a little hibernation and introspection that can only be brought on by winter. It renews the soul to be reborn in spring.

And a rock feels no pain and island never cries…