And then nothing much happened … and it was good

It really is great when not much happens.  Things happening is much over-rated.  Makes for good copy, but that’s just because we love to complain.  And not just because we are all whiners.  A conversation that goes along the lines of, “What ho, isn’t it pretty nice?” “Oh yes, a perfect rain for the flowers.” soon dims if you aren’t a horticulturalist or a polyglot.

But “Did you read about that asinine city councillor’s  __________ ? [fill in blank to your liking] can really get things going.

Wait, I know what has happened, and is happening:

It snowed and it snowed and it snowed.  And on the third day, Piglet …

oh sorry, dozed off into the sweet nothingness.  It is one of the excellent qualities of lots of snow.  Finally, once everyone calms down, it imposes a slowness on life that should be embraced, not vanquished with salt.  24/7 is a fairly new phenomenon and creates its own buzz that keeps it going somehow, feeding off its own poop as it were in a ghastly perpetual motion machine.  Except it isn’t perpetual motion, it is slowly fed at great cost. But wait,  I was cheerful a minute ago …

It is absolutely beautiful outside is why.  It looks like a Christmas card, right here in the middle of porktown [as in the capital city, location of the biggest trough], they didn’t toss Nana out into the street, and my tea is still hot!

Roof over head, check.
Down comforters and sheepskins nearby, check.
Wolf at door, sadly, no check.

No check in both senses, but sadly only in one.  I do miss Wolf.  Bag of hammers that he might have been intellectually

he was nonetheless a fine, if intimidating, pooch.

But back to my obvious meanderings, if not for the passing of Wolf, we wouldn’t have gotten [gotten? is that a word? self-doubt has arisen] Mouse, so silver linings do abound. And as to the other kind of wolf at the door, he is has gone hunting for easier prey.

So what’s to complain about?  I am even tempted to suggest you have a nice day, but that must be the meds kicking in.  I do however hope you have a relatively eventless day, unless you are due to give birth or win some enormous prize, or marry your sweetheart.

Speaking of which, I could complain about Valentine’s Day, and the time my poor youngest, on being told he was meant to bring in a Valentine for everyone in the class [does this make any sense?], asked me at home if it was okay to skip the boys.  But then I would be complaining.  And I do like the colour red, so that helps.  But cards and cut flowers are an astonishingly silly thing to spend money on, in my books.  Plants flower too and don’t whither and die, and a store bought card that says I love you?  Why not just send an email, or better yet, a text.  Must we have one day a year to love someone?  What happened to the rest of the year?  Like Mother’s Day.  Isn’t every day mother’s day? Hmnnnn, Pet Peeve #3 might just be special days.  On Monday we have a statutory holiday called Family Day coming up, and I will certainly have to complain about that, not just for good copy!.  Sorry for the mini-rant.  Back to puppies and unicorns.

Have a Happy ________ Day [it is fill in the blank day!], and always be kind to your loved ones, no matter the arbitrary calendar date!