February is the longest short month ever. I’ve often thought every year when this month rolls around, “If I can just get through February, then the winter will be near its end and like the earth, I’ll be renewed too.” I’ve been telling myself that just about every day this month. I wonder if Jack Torrance repeated that same mantra to himself up at the Overlook. I get out once in a while, but I’ve still got a major case of cabin fever. Save the driveway, the snow is too deep for David to play in, so going out is a little tricky. I can stick he and Sofia is snowbanks and dress them up like snow people, but they don’t like that game. We could build igloos, but we kind of already live in one- our house is white and covered with ice and snow. Okay, we do have indoor plumbing. It’s a good thing I’m into attachment parenting and that I really adore my kids, because we could not possibly spend any more time together if we tried…I know I am getting a little crazy because I suggested to Ernesto the other day that we get another cat. I have since had some moments of clarity and am frightened that I even spoke those words…
I was going to shovel the 2 1/2 feet of snow off the deck today, but Ernie reminded me that I could delay my healing time if I were to do that. I apparently have bruised and/or cracked one or more ribs since my hacking cough subsided earlier in the week. So I’m not coughing, which is good, because it hurts to breathe. I was going to go back to the gym which I had joined just prior to getting sick the first time, and have not been back since. The trainer who worked with me the first few visits must be thinking, “way to keep your New Year’s resolution, lady”. No, I got sick, I swear! So now I am pretty much unable to do anything physical, except lift Sofia who gets a little heavier everyday.
I’m putting this all into perspective, though. I think the purpose of all this for me is so that this spring will be the most glorious I have ever seen. I will appreciate like no other that’s come before. I remarked to Ernesto the other day that we don’t even know what our yard will look like come spring. We know it’s pretty in the fall and we know it’s really white in the winter. It’s hard to picture now, but we have so many trees surrounding our yard and hill that I can only imagine how fantastic the budding will be on those branches, and how many varieties of wildflowers bloom along the path. We got just a taste of it in the fall and it was beautiful, but this place in its prime will be spring and summer and I just can’t wait. Well, I guess I have to wait. At least until the end of this miserable month. David asked if we could play soccer all day outside once the spring comes and I happily said, “we can do anything you want, so long as it’s outside.”
Let the countdown begin!