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Photo by Gail Harvey, no reproduction without permission
TGIF Right now, for me, TGIF doesn't stand for Thank God It's Friday although I do quite like Fridays. When I was little, Friday was lunch-out-at-Woolworth's day, and of course in adult life, it's equated with a temporary escape from the cubicle. But since jobs such as editing and writing and even running restaurants know not these 9-5 kingdoms of confined servitude, the term TGIF has meant nothing to me since I became a freelancer.
Naw, TGIF means Thank God Its February. Although associated with depression and thousands of Canadians embarking on vacations they can't afford to sunny destinations in order to keep from killing themselves or their families, February is also a month of contemplation and planning and toughness. Or you just can curl up in a ball and pretend the skies are not slate and the snow isn't endless and wait for June but what a waste.
The lunar eclipse was simply fantastic to behold, with a curious terra cotta hue in the mid-stage. A lunar eclipse in February is something to be thankful for. It gives you the [possibly false but who cares] impression that if hellishness preceded the eclipse, then only positive change can follow it. In any case the full moon cast glorious white light on the snow last night as I ran to Bowie's "Golden Years" and considered the day.
Treasure the "blue" that is February. More snow. Hmmmm...They should make shoveling an Olympic sport. We'd win.
Listening to: John Lee Hooker, "I Cover The Waterfront" and assorted other perfect-for-February songs by this awesome bluesman
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