February 28th must have a complex. It’s the only day that doesn’t know from year to year whether it will be followed by February or March. But you say to yourself, “Why doesn’t it just consult the calendar?” Don’t be ridiculous. Days of the year don’t have calendars or even hands to turn pages. Ridiculous.
I’ve always resented the fact that they add an extra day to February. No one wants more days in February. If you want to add a day add it to August. Every school child in the world would bow down and worship you for postponing September an extra day.
But here we are, a Non-Leap Year, March waiting in the wings and even the COVID maniacs in New England facing up to the obvious that everyone hates them and they’ll have to give up the mask madness. I found a classic car event in mid-March and I’m already looking forward to getting some good shots for the site. Ah spring is in the air.
So, I looked at the news today; Ukraine, SOTU, KBJ, Ukraine, SOTU, KBJ, Ukraine, SOTU, KBJ as far as the eye could see. Well, I need a break from this stuff.
So today I introduced Princess Sack of Potatoes to the mysteries of the visible electromagnetic spectrum. I intended to get her a nice high quality glass prism for the class but Camera Girl explained to me that pre-school children and glass aren’t a good mix. So, I bought some plastic prisms and we had to make do with some pretty sorry looking spectrums. But it did the trick. She was very interested in trying to make the colors herself.
I began a lecture on the wave/particle duality of the photon and was preparing to discuss the quantum aspects when she dropped the prism on the floor and walked away to play hide and seek with Camera Girl. Well, I’m sure Isaac Newton didn’t really hit his scientific stride until at least four so there may still be time.
Today was another bright, sunny but cold day. I decided to take a walk around the property in my tee shirt just to assert my dominance over the decrepit winter season. After the first seven minutes it seemed less and less of a good idea so I beat a slow, dignified retreat back to the comfort of central heating. But a defiant pose was struck. A tone was established in my relationship to 2022. I definitely have the upper hand. From here on in I reestablish my direct control over the whole of my domain.
What this actually means is pretty soon I won’t have any meaningful excuse for not doing the outdoor repairs and other chores that I neglected back in November. But that’s acceptable. This will be a normal year. No COVID crap delaying implementation of normal activities. Even that supply chain nonsense is fading in the rear-view mirror. Sure, everything will be twice as expensive; lumber, hardware, paint. But do-it-yourself is an inherently frugal strategy. Even in my mechanical ineptitude I foresee great progress on the Master Punchlist that every homeowner maintains (if only in his heart).
So welcome March, that changeable and blustery month with its St. Patrick’s Day (Camera Girl’s birthday) tradition of Corned Beef and Cabbage and, despite the inevitable New England Nor’easter snow storms, the beginning of garden work. This year I hope to add a vegetable garden closer to the house. All this carrying around of hoses seems very inefficient and possibly if the garden is closer to the house the rabbits and the other varmints might leave us some of the produce.
The calendar doesn’t reflect it. Nor does the six inches of snow on the grass but in my heart, spring has sprung!