February Sucks
The other morning I stood outside the car I’d just cleaned off. I was waiting for it to warm up as the dogs sniffed the grass in the side lawn.
It was crisp.
That’s what I thought.
The sun was up, the snow was glistening and for a brief moment I thought:
“It’s beautiful.”
Then I got cold.
“Get in the car!” I instructed the dogs.
By the end of the day, ‘beautiful’ wasnt the operative word. My feet were cold. I was tired of all the clothes.
There was news of the Olympics starting. The vice-president not clapping for the Notth Koreans entering the hall.
Strange that not taking a political stand at a sporting event doesn’t matter now.
Whatever.
I don’t watch much of the olympics...
...never have.
Can’t get into it.
I just feel cold when I’m watching people ski down a hill. God didn’t intend for us to put things on our feet and go as fast as we can down a hill.
I have a very scary skiing history.
As much of an elite athlete as I once was...
...I wasn’t good at it.
“I’m snowmobiling,” my brother texted me, when I tried to reach him on Friday evening.
There’s a guy who thinks winter is beautiful.
“What are we watching?” Kathy asked.
Our chargers were set up, our blankets were in place, the dogs snoring beside us.
“Not Law & Order,” I said.
I hate February.
It’s only beautiful for about 3 seconds out of the entire month.
It was crisp.
That’s what I thought.
The sun was up, the snow was glistening and for a brief moment I thought:
“It’s beautiful.”
Then I got cold.
“Get in the car!” I instructed the dogs.
By the end of the day, ‘beautiful’ wasnt the operative word. My feet were cold. I was tired of all the clothes.
There was news of the Olympics starting. The vice-president not clapping for the Notth Koreans entering the hall.
Strange that not taking a political stand at a sporting event doesn’t matter now.
Whatever.
I don’t watch much of the olympics...
...never have.
Can’t get into it.
I just feel cold when I’m watching people ski down a hill. God didn’t intend for us to put things on our feet and go as fast as we can down a hill.
I have a very scary skiing history.
As much of an elite athlete as I once was...
...I wasn’t good at it.
“I’m snowmobiling,” my brother texted me, when I tried to reach him on Friday evening.
There’s a guy who thinks winter is beautiful.
“What are we watching?” Kathy asked.
Our chargers were set up, our blankets were in place, the dogs snoring beside us.
“Not Law & Order,” I said.
I hate February.
It’s only beautiful for about 3 seconds out of the entire month.
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