Surviving February

So, hi.

Nothing is new, other than my unshakable case of the blahs. I attribute this to the fact that it is February, which means we've survived January, but it's not Spring yet.

So, what to say here....I have no adorable children with amusing and entertaining antics or excrement to comment on.

I don't even have amusing pets.

I have plants.... but they're not very charismatic. They just sit in dirt and grow quietly. This is more or less what I've been feeling like doing lately. Hey, it's better than starting to look like your purse poodle, so shut up.

In my line of work, sitting in the dirt is something that happens when the weather warms up, and whilst one is sitting in dirt, one does not think introspective thoughts or feel particularly restful. So apart from sitting in dirt, here are some of the things that are making February survivable.

Reading
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
What a raw, powerful and overwhelmingly great book. Especially if you ever had a mom. Each chapter leaves you stinging, and wanting more.

Listening
Nino Rojo by Devandra Banhart
Sweet, like a bird song. Fresh, like a the way a baby's head smells. Totally absorbing.
The Avett Brothers
My favorite boy band. Punk Folk. Or something. It's not punk. It's not folk. It's simply addictive. If I say anything else, I'm going to sound like a poser, so here I stop.

Wearing
Philosophy's Hope in Jar-- I thought the name was a bit immodest, and then I put some on my face and I felt.... soothed. Also available as part of a great kit.

Wanting
Itty bitty pretty. Aahhhh, Spring! Around my neck!


See you in March.