In case no one has noticed, we are in the middle of a holiday drought. I’m talking about holidays when almost everyone, or at least most folks, get off from work.
Ah, so now we enter into that wonderful time of year, when flowers bloom and the fancies of young men lightly turn to thoughts of love. It’s also time for Easter, which could mean worship or Easter egg hunts, or both.
If one can get through all the political mess that’s flooding the news today, one other story might grab one’s attention: Toys R Us is closing its stores in the United States.
In case nobody has noticed, spring begins next week.
The change to Daylight Saving comes this Sunday. And for as long as I’ve been writing a column, I’ve given a twice-a-year rant against time changes. In all that time, I’ve had one result: Nothing.
How do you know it’s rained too much?
Sorry folks, I can’t think of anything funny right now. The news is full of school shootings, including the recent one which took place on Valentine’s Day in Florida.
Our daffodils haven’t bloomed yet, but they’re coming up. Ours are never quite the earliest. Some folks may have already had a couple of blooms.
So now we come to Valentine’s Day. Of all the “holidays” that we don’t take an actual holiday for, this one has to be the strangest.
So what’s the big deal with Groundhog Day, I was thinking. My attitude, I confess, was a lot like the Phil Connors character played by Bill Murray in the movie, “Groundhog Day.” And I didn’t think I’d be changing my mind.