Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Only 58 Days Until This Fucking Winter Dies

Hello chaps,

Lest you think this is a complaint post, let me begin by assuring you it is not. I'm just sticking with the traditional title for, well, tradition's sake.

I'm relatively happy with the weather today. Sure, it is raining, but I dig the rain. I really dig the near-60s weather.

Plus, today is the day I spend showing my visiting buddy a bunch of my favorite west side spots, including Melt, bela dubby, Visible Voice, and probably the Duck Island club. And before that I think we're gonna hit up Shoparooni to snag a couple Munny's for eventual submission in the Easter contest. I did it last year, too, and even though I have the artistic talents of a dead hamster, I had a lot of fun trying. Plus, my effort was so technically and aesthetically poor that no one wanted to buy it, thus I have a welcome addition to my collection of weird stuff to look at when I'm sitting at my kitchen table, staring into space while I search for the right word for a particular sentence I'm trying to finish.

Anyway, back to the weather.

We are in the home stretch. That doesn't mean it is all sunshine and short skirts by any stretch, but from here on out things become easier to handle. Assuming, of course, we don't get another 3-blizzard March or some crazy shit.

Most of all, I'm encouraged by the fact that I have several winter landmarks to pass the coming days with - Pitchers and Catchers report this week, the Cubs and the Indians both begin their spring training schedule on Feb 25th, I head to Austin for a mini-vacation and marathon EP recording/short film making session mid-March, the vernal equinox is on March 20th, and barely a blink later and the Indians home opener (my default end of winter) will be upon us.

Plus there are so many good shows and films to keep my spirits up between now and then, I can't believe it.

So, yes, days like today make me optimistic that this winter, like all others preceding it, will eventually and utterly die. Check back on my mood when things turn unfortunate this weekend, though, and my hope stocks might have dwindled to the reserve point.

1 comment:

Mel said...

I cannot WAIT for baseball season! I snickered at the default "end of winter" comment, remembering sitting at the Snow Fest of the Indians Home Opener. Good times. But then I realized that was two years ago. And I tried to figure out where I was LAST year for the home opener.

... and I stayed home to "work on my relationship" with my (then) boyfriend. That's ex-speak for "He didn't want me to go hang out with my guy friends." Or Douchebag for "he wasn't a baseball fan." Yuck.

Eff that. Being single on Home Opener is so much better! LOL