Two-Bit Musings.

Last Gasp.

Oh, Winter. I do love you.

. . .

There’s something about the last gasp of winter that I absolutely adore.

Because even though it’s technically springtime–what with the equinox being over and all–we northeastern folks know that pretty much doesn’t mean shit. And while there are usually a handful of truly glorious, 70-degree days scattered throughout March, there’s always one last stretch of take-your-breath-away cold.

And even though I kind of hate it, I actually kind of love it.

It’s refreshing. It’s mysterious.

And it makes me nostalgic for the things that have been.

. . .

It’s no secret that I’m an old soul. In fact, I might just be the definition of one. I like to be in: in the house, in the car, in a piping-hot shower. I don’t need much to be happy, and this in itself makes me happy.

My college days were no different. I had a handful of friends, and kept them close. We passed the weekends watching movies on VHS tapes. We’d then talk each other into watching just one more, with the assurance that we eventually would get those papers written. And we did.

We worked our part-time jobs. We scheduled our classes for the fall. We dyed our hair and dreamed of The Great Beyond.

There was so much beauty in these moments: in the vulnerable act of being young.

I want to kiss my college self. I want to brush her hair behind her ear and tell her that she’s lovely. I want to tell her that everything–the things that matter, anyway–will be okay.

. . .

So now, when I feel these last days of winter, I smile. I pull my graying hair into an uncool topknot and slip out to Giant for baby formula and kitty litter.

I look at the naked trees, and wonder at all they’ve seen.

I crank Tori Amos and sing along in my very best soprano, the delicious harmony giving me pause.

I come back home, back inside, and the warmth somehow makes me shiver at the cold I’ve just endured.

For soon the trees will blossom, our open windows ushering in a gentle breeze. I’ll wander out in a tank top and sandals, wondering where time has gone.

. . .

How simple life can be.

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SnapDragon is a writer, painter, and enthusiastic storybook-reader.

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A Month in Review: January-Oh.*

Hello Love, 2021. Pennsylvania. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved.

Daaaamn it’s cold, yo!

(It’s winter in PA, Snap. Not a big shock.)

And it’s the last day of January, Dear Friends.

And since I’ve royally effed-up my Daily Posting vow, I’ve decided to make myself feel better about my negligence by creating a new little feature (one in which I may or may not stick to, because, well, I’m having a rough go with all of my creative efforts lately, it seems.)

Anyway, behold:

SnapDragon’s A Month in Review!

(cue blank stares, and several people absently scrolling through their phones)

Here’s what happened this month:

1. We have a new President of The United States. That’s pretty big news, no? So can we Americans just agree to take a collective breath, put the past behind us, and work together to improve society? Cool, that’s what I thought.

2. Snap’s got a new attitude. Although it’s online, and my actual fingers-to-keyboard work time is minimal, my job kinda sucks. It’s been a major letdown. But, I’ve decided to channel some advice I got from a colleague in my first unhealthy job: If you can’t change your situation, change your attitude.

3. Patience, patience little dear.** Call me crazy, but I’m starting to feel like there may be some hard feelings over our family’s decision to stay on lock-down. Snap’s intuition, I guess. I mean, I know it sucks. Who doesn’t want to get out of the house and hang out? But, I also don’t want to get sick, or, possibly die. And if you saw what we saw our son go through in the NICU, you wouldn’t be so quick to shirk CDC guidelines. It’s just not worth the risk.

4. There is so much to be happy about. Maybe more than anything else, I do not want to live life feeling sorry for myself. My existence is really just a random collection of matter, which in itself is a pretty amazing thing. Shit happens–to all of us–and it’s not a competition as to who has suffered most. I am owed nothing, from anyone. It doesn’t matter who did what; it matters how I respond. And I have everything I need to be happy.

5. We be travelin’ soon. The Sweet Husband has done yet another fine job on revamping the RV! (Photos to come.) And we’ll be hitting the highway soon, for an adventure down south. (Posts to come.) It’s really incredible when you take a step back and realize the lives we lead. All that has led us here. And all that lies ahead.

Wishing you well, Dear Reader.

And here’s to a lovely February ahead.

. . .

SnapDragon is an educator, writer, artist, and taster of fine wine and cheeses.

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* Shout-out to The Decemberists. God love ’em.

** Yep. Willy Wonka quote. ‘Cuz it’s just a part of my life, and probably always will be.