February 19, 2010

             Everywinter, I get to the point where I'm done with the season before it's done withme.  I think, after 3 storms in about 10days, I reached that point.  It probablycame when I was scraping my car's windshield yet again this week.

             I want toput my snow shovel back in the shed, out of sight until at least December.  Our container of snow melt needs to go backin the pantry, instead of sitting by the front door.  I'm ready for the NHL playoffs instead ofregular season hockey, and I'd rather be ignoring the Summer Games instead ofthe Winter Olympics on Television. 

             I'm readyfor daylight to last until 9 o'clock.  Iwant to complain about the high electric bills from the air conditioninginstead of the high gas bills from the heat.  I want to sit in my back yard, beer in handand tunes cranking, rather than huddled under a blanket on the couch.  I'm ready to fire up the grill to sear someanimal flesh as opposed to nuking soup in the microwave.

             29 days until Spring.