Christmas is over and packed away. January is winding down and the dreaded month of February is rearing its ugly head. NO ONE likes February. There is nothing magical or lovely about it. Oh sure, there’s Valentine’s Day but that’s brief and fleeting and overly annoying. February is fraught with unpredictable weather (at least here) and blue moods, and muddy porches and dirty windows and bone chilling cold. What exactly is there to like? Even the dog can’t stand February. It’s too cold to go outside to pee, she is cranky that she can’t get in her walks and she gives me that sidelong look when I try to get her to play. At all. It’s like she’s too tired to even lift her head from a pillow and why would I even suggest she chase that stupid ball?!
DON’T YOU KNOW IT’S ALMOST FEBRUARY?!
It’s like I’m being ridiculous for even mentioning life goes on and it’s worth trying to make the best of it, isn’t it?
NO. NO IT ISN’T. IT’S FEBRUARY.
The least favourite of the more popular months, February is like the annoying relative that nobody likes and dreads him arriving to any family gathering. It’s like the other 11 months are sitting around the dinner table all reveling in their own positive energy, and then HE walks in.
There’s December holidaying it up and drinking eggnog. January is still recovering from ringing in a new year with December who steadily hands him water and Ibuprofen, not to mention January trying to keep up with all the resolutions he said he was going to make, but didn’t bother because there was just. Too. Much. Wine. March is sitting stoicly playing with his grean beans because he is both feared and loved. The older generation is adhering to the “Beware the Ides of March” bullshit and the younger ones are readying the beer kegs for March break. Duuudddde. Then April is laughing hysterically at the other end of the table about the first day for all the foolish pranks, the rain that will undoubtedly ensue and the whole Easter Bunny charade that brings CHOCOLATE. Then he turns to May and starts talking smack about how one affects the other. “There would be no flowers without my showers, you idiotic twat!” May sits and laughs because there’s Queen Victoria’s birthday and the traditional May 2-4 weekend which brings yetanother camping extravaganza. Duuuude. June is warming up to July and August who all sit glowing in their inner warmth and bestowing happiness and rainbows to September, who has hit menopause. Her hot flashes give way to cold snaps. One minute she’s too hot and the next she needs a sweater. October is chillin’ it and scaring the crap out of November with a Jack-o’-lantern he just carved and November resumes her knitting of a beautifully multi-coloured blanket of red, gold and orange. There they are, all sitting waiting for HIM to walk in. Finally, the door swings open and in strides February, soaked with freezing icicles dripping from his nose, his face blue with depression and a random red cinnamon heart stuck to his chest. He takes a seat and his hands shake from the cold.
Everyone stops what they are doing and stares. “Oh. You’re here” they say. “Yeah. What’s for dinner?” says February. And then he starts, “Hey, January are you STILL hungover?! HAHAHA!! Pass the beans, March, don’t hog them. Hey, October that’s one ugly whattya-callit? Geezuz, JuneJulyAugust, can’t you three stop all the happiness and sunshine and rainbows bullshit?! IT’S A BIT MUCH DON’T YOU THINK?”
They all roll their eyes and continue with their dinner. When it comes right down to it, as annoying as he is, he’s family. “Gaawwwdd, did you guys SEE the amount of ICE I brought to the partay??!! It’s EPIC!”
3 thoughts on “Dinner With February”
February is nice and short though, and gets us that much closer to spring.
And October is just a jerk.
Gorgeous, allegorical depictions of the months! You may be ‘losing it,’ but you haven’t lost it. 🙂
Aww thanks Archon! So nice that you visited me!