Last year around this time I was getting pissed off at old man winter. This year is no different, except I think we are suffering the symptoms of the season a little more harshly than average. This winter in the Moncton region has been a little more snow, rainy and cold than it has been most of the years we’ve lived here. So, here we are now, approaching the middle of March and I find myself counting the days to some unknown date down the road when I can start feeling the chill leaving the air and the seeing the tulips poke out of the frosted ground. We just went through springing the clocks ahead for Daylight Savings time, so maybe the perception of longer days will spring me back to life before I start seeing leaf buds and cherry blossoms.
…and maybe, I’ll get over this freaking writer’s block. I’ve found it ever increasingly difficult to get the gumption to post anything meaningful up here. Even the meaningless trivia that comes my way seems to be more effort than it’s worth to me lately. And it’s not that I haven’t had some interesting stuff happening that I could share with y’all. I’ve recently done some traveling and started a new job. Friends and family have visited, friends and family have had birthdays, pictures have been taken, toys have been purchased. The news is full of wild and weird shit. Elections have been won and lost, controversy has controverted, souffles have fallen.
So… what’s wrong with me. Perhaps the sun’s new found strength bolstered by the increasing daylight hours will awaken me to a renewed spirit of creativity. Maybe I’ll be inspired by the inevitable growth of my annual spring cleaning Honey-Do list and find escape from the labour in clacking of my keyboard.
A quick check of my visitor count in the sidebar shows that I’ve recently surpassed 30,000 hits on this site. Not earth shattering by internet standards, but certainly enough to show me that a few of you are interested or at least curious. Even if that interest is likened to the rubbernecking of drivers slowing their vehicles to a crawl to gawk at the carnage of a highway pileup, I must find the strength to forge on and create.
All right folks. A hundred miles an hour on a slippery road it is. I’ll defeat this writer’s block and give you something to read more often. Or maybe… just maybe, I’ll write about the same topic, three weeks from now. At least it will be spring by then.
