Glad February is over. With no apologies to Randy Newman (not after he made my life a nightmare for the better part of two months in 6th grade ...)
Short months got no reason
Short months got no reason
Short months got no reason
To be
They got long nights
And too much sleet
With their biting wind
And their dark gray skies
Well, I don't want no short months
Don't want no short months
Don't want no short months
Round here
They got lousy wind chills
And sometimes snow
You've got to stay inside
Just to stay so-so
Well, I don't want no short months
Don't want no short months
Don't want no short months
Round here
They got lousy sports
Unlike spring, summer, fall
No cool thunderstorms
And worst NO softball ...
Don't want no short months!
Don't want no short months!!
Don't want no short months!!!
'Round here.
That was mildly therapeutic. Suppose it's already been sufficiently documented that Dolberry detests the period roughly between the last out of the World Series to pulling into the parking lot for the first softball practice of the year. Shortening that period of the year is about 70% of why we left Chicago so many years ago and will probably be 100% of the reason we buy a winter home in the Southern Hemisphere when my Guitar Hero winnings arrive.
The last month is always the hardest. There've been a lot of good things over this month (part of a great group that raised ~ 2K for hungry people, got to spend a day teaching 7th graders about hurricanes at APD's school, the and Billikens got on a rare hot stretch) ... but too much time indoors weights a soul after a while.
So there were some tough things about the month as well ...W/o my softball outlet for competition, I tend to apply those pent up energies at work ... which never goes well. This February, Dolberry sent a stingingly critical e-mail to my boss' boss over a perceived budget slight (it eventually got patched over) and I had one of those panic attacks where I thought Dolberry was dying (whoops ... turned out to be a muscle pull). I do think I'll be maybe the only person in the history of human existence whose last thought on the Earth will be a smug ... "HA! I knew it!" So I got that going for me ... which of course ... is nice.
So, as you can clearly see Dolberry was in no shape for blogging. First softball practice is next Sunday. I'll be out there even if it's 37 and raining.
