February, it seems to me, is a month for turning inward. The land about you is about as appealing as an unclothed person with an unfortunate physical appearance who hasn't bothered to groom him/herself in months. it's all about the blemishes, the scars, the dirt..., i.e., doggie droppings, mud, bits of garbage, muck. Nature is nekkid and it ain't pretty. When it does snow, it's about as welcome as an ill-fitting, out-of style outfit. I'm talking white polyester pantsuit here, my dears. And did I mention that it's cold? It is.
In the spirit of turning inward, and brooding upon the never-ending winter season (in the great melancholy tradition of my Slavic forebears), I came upon a scheme. I decided to watch (in my spare time, of course) all seven seasons of the ' Gilmore Girls'. Surely, once I did that, winter would be over!! Well, Rory graduated from Yale, and Lorelai reconciled with Luke....but winter is STILL HERE.
I'm still here too, and I apologize for this unplanned (yet perhaps necessary) absence from blogging. The month of March, I hear, is one for turning outward and emerging, with face turned toward the sun, from one's cave.
I'm told Spring is on its way. I'll believe it when I see it!