OK, I have to admit, I'm a sucker for a clever song lyric.
Love to drop them into conversation sans music -- just to see if anyone catches on.
You know, like shooting a man in Reno just to watch him die.
And February -- dear, old frozen (let it go, for goodness sake) February -- seems the perfect time for this lyrical litany.
After all, there's irony this time of year. Or as Jimmy Buffett sings,"It's 20 degrees and a hockey game's on."
Actually it was five below the other night but warmer on the ice in Chicago as I watched the Blackhawks and Red Wings go to a shootout from the big, comfy chair in my living room. Visitors scored on the home rink. Everything seems to be wrong.
Yep, I hate February. We've got chills, they're multiplying. And I'm losing control.
Personally I blame that sneaky old Don McLean for all of it. You know, the "Bye, bye, Miss American Pie" guy.
And every year when it's time for that stupid groundhog to see his shadow, all I'm thinking is, "February made me shiver ... with every paper I deliver, bad news on the door step ..."
Still I keep thinking warmer weather has to be on its way soon. Signs, signs, everywhere a sign.
Every meeting story I write, I note the next meeting date is March this or March that.
Heck, the Fourth of July group -- Celebrate 4 -- is already organizing. The Fair Parade Committee has already met at least once.
The Youth Soccer Association was conducting registration Saturday at McDonald's even as the biggest snowfall of the year was in progress. Tee ball, youth baseball and summer swimming are all getting their feet wet for a new season.
Then why in the world does the thermometer on the dashboard of my Jeep say it's -5?!
OK, this morning I may not have shot six holes in my freezer (although the washing machine might be a good substitute target right now), but I think I've got cabin fever. Somebody sound the alarm.
Yea, honestly I don't know the reason I've stayed here all season.
Perhaps it's because this Saturday friends of mine down the street are planning a Key West party. Although I'm pretty sure there will still be snow on the ground and a big chill in the air.
But I don't care how cold it gets or how snowy it might be. I'm putting on a Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts. I gotta go where it's warm.
After all, who needs snow melt when you're looking for that lost shaker of salt?