January and February are just one big fat, long, ugly month. In my mind I tend to lump the two together. They are both long (although technically February is short). And dark. And cold. And wet. Just 8 or so weeks of blah. Maybe I'll create my own little calendar and rename the first 59 days the year "Jabruary". Or maybe I'll call it "Blahbruary". No, "Jabruary" is a little more user-friendly, don't you think?
On one of the Sundays in Jabruary falls the Super Bowl. Although it occurs on a different date each year, for me it marks the anniversary of the beginning of a very difficult time in my life. 18 or so years later I am still plagued by the sorrow. Of course, the intensity has lessened. It no longer digs its sharp claws into my flesh from the moment I wake up until I fall asleep at night, and even then pursuing me in my dreams. No, it doesn't follow me day in, day out. Yet it is still there all the same. You know, one of those indelible scars that we all have; one that just becomes a part of you. From time to time, when that scar is bumped in just the right way the nerves resting below the surface are ignited and are as raw as if it all happened just yesterday.Such is life. Superbowl Sunday: Blech.
So, who wants to focus on all of the crap that is doled out to us in life? Indeed, Not I! I shout out the lyrics of "Funiculí, Funiculá":
Some think the world is made for fun and frolic,
And so do I! And so do I!
Some think it well to be all melancholic,
To pine and sigh; to pine and sigh;
But I, I love to spend my time in singing,
Some joyous song, some joyous song,
To set the air with music bravely ringing
Is far from wrong! Is far from wrong!
Listen, listen, echoes sound afar!
Listen, listen, echoes sound afar!
Funiculì, funiculà, funiculì, funiculà!
Echoes sound afar, funiculì, funiculà!
Ah me! 'tis strange that some should take to sighing,
And like it well! And like it well!
For me, I have not thought it worth the trying,
So cannot tell! So cannot tell!
With laugh, with dance and song the day soon passes
Full soon is gone, full soon is gone,
For mirth was made for joyous lads and lasses
To call their own! To call their own!
Listen, listen, hark the soft guitar!
Listen, listen, hark the soft guitar!
Funiculì, funiculà, funiculì, funiculà!
Hark the soft guitar, funiculì, funiculà!
See, Jabruary can't be all bad, right? Many reasons to be happy and to celebrate: I have survived another year. Groundhog's Day. Valentine's Day. 2 or more 3 day weekends. Sometimes there is snow. Even better, the rare balmy, sunny days. The sounds and sights of spring coming 'round the bend. Birthdays of those near and dear: My brother-in-law, Carmela, Megan, Adam...just a few off the top of my head. I am glad you were all born and are a part of this world. Yes, many reasons to rejoice and shout out the song that resides in my heart.
Jabruary be damned! I have so much for which to be grateful and to be happy. Life is good.
I still hate Super Bowl Sunday.
here lies a collection of my random thoughts, ideas, fears, hopes, dreams, experiences, memories. read at your own risk.
6 comments:
Hark! I am loathe to jabru in your soft guitar, but take my children's and my names off your blog roll.
LMAO! Funny that YOU, Cheyenne, are the only one reading my blog. Clearly I have not updated nor done anything with my blog in quite some time. If I would have been paying more attention I would have removed all of the people on my "blog roll". I don't think any of them keep up with their blogs, nor do I have the time to read any of them. I doubt I am listed on your blog roll, so I wonder why you are here at all? It must be for my exquisite writing skills because I can't imagine any other reason why you would be here. Your request has been granted. Good bye.
Karen, glad to see you blogging again. I can understand your reticence considering that Cheyenne claims she wants nothing to do with us yet is willing to break the law to find out what you and I and other people she claims to despise are doing (The answer is getting on with our lives and not caring a bit about what happens to you. And if you truly think we are horrendous people and "loathe drama" then fuck off. It's what any sane person would do).
But to the main subject, this time of year the novelty of rain and dreariness that was so welcome in Fall has been completely spent. I crave crunchy, fresh vegetables grown on this continent and sunshine. At least we have received a little of the latter. I look forward to the coming of the rest of the February birthdays and have enjoyed the ones already passed.
Yes, Megan, blogging used to be such a release for me, a place to put my random thoughts & feelings. And opinions, such as how much I can't stand it when grown men where hot pink Crocs. I honestly have not had time to really devote to blogging. I have so many other writing endeavors in the wings, along with an amazing family and friends with whom I like to spend time, that this has been placed on the back burner. It feels cathartic to write for no other purpose than to simply write.
I, too, am so ready for warmer, sunnier days. We have been blessed with a pretty mild winter, though. "I crave crunchy, fresh vegetables grown on this continent...", ain't that the truth! I love it. :)
However, I must admit, this morning was beautiful. Freezing cold. Crisp, bright blue sky. Dazzling sunlight shining on the frosty grass, making it look like I had happed upon Aladdin's secret treasure stash. So gorgeous.
*"...when grown men WEAR hot pink Crocs", not "where". Duh.
seriously? what law megan? the law of notary?
as for cheyenne being the only one reading a blog, you have GOT to be kidding me. chey, post a screen shot of all the traffic(and isp numbers) your blog has had since megan's beached whale birthday party got leaked. oh noes! looks like your little group isn't as secure as you all thought.
"...And if you truly think we are horrendous people and "loathe drama" then fuck off. It's what any sane person would do..." maybe you should take your own advice and put your tv tray away and tend to your children or go bake some flavor-free scones to not sell on etsy.
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