Well, it's February, 1st, it is 60 degrees in the midwest, Indiana is going to start teaching Creationism, and Don Cornelius died.
There is apparently also going to be a prequel to the milestone comics series
Watchmen, but I will withhold judgment on whether this is the Fourth Horseman in what is obviously the long-awaited End of Days.
I have been afraid to talk about this unusual winter. I guess I knew that all that Aqua Net my mother's beauty salon sprayed in the 70s and 80s would one day take its toll, but we have had two very hard winters in a row. Last year we had terrible ice and snow, including a frostquake, which is an actual thing, and not a D&D spell, or a Superman villain. I also fell off the roof chipping ice out of the gutters on the second story and still pause in wonderment that I landed unbroken.
After last winter I vowed I would never complain about heat again, so we were tested with a boiling hot summer. Now this unusual weather makes people superstitious, thinking that our winter will somehow get tacked on to the end; I think it is just shaving days off of what we would have had.
But what I really think is that the Earth will spin on and doesn't care about our little part in it, a February kind of thought.
In other news, I am once more going to try to read 50 books in the calendar year, but will try to change it up a bit this go-round. This year I am going to offer up my favorite book of the month and invite loyal readers to follow along. If you have been reading this humble blog for a while, I guarantee you will like it. For January:
The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin.
Until later, you can catch me at johnoakdalton@hotmail.com.
