Farewell February

Oh, February, I am glad to bid you farewell. You started off with such promise this year. Now on the last day, I am glad to see you go.

Over the course of the last three days you have dropped a foot of snow, which has made the roads as slick as they have been all winter. People normally able to navigate Maine byways covered with snow have slipped and slid. I stayed out of trouble because I stayed home.

While I am at home I enjoy watching television. Last night your cloud cover obstructed the digital signal from the local ABC affiliate, and I was unable to watch the Academy Awards. This is a simple pleasure I look forward to all year. All. Year. It costs nothing but brings me such happiness.

To top off the havoc you have wreaked, somewhere in a snowbank or pothole lies a lug nut that belongs on the right rear tire of my car. The loud thumping and vibration of the vehicle was a sign that something was wrong, and the wobbly tire confirmed it. Just because I haven't been out doesn't mean that my car hasn't been driven. Oh, it's been driven alright, long enough to have important parts fall right off.

I am marking the calendar, February. Next year I shall skip right over you....