Bucky called February "death Month", but I am thinking of a lot of bad words to put in front of February besides death.  The other day the weather man said that 20 degrees is the "new 40 degrees" - this because our thermometer goes from below zero to ten, or in the teens, never above the beautiful 32 degree mark.  And more snow coming tomorrow.

Not that snowy Februarys are new to me.  In 1969 when Paul was in the hospital with a broken leg, it snowed so much our road was closed off.  They had to bring in a back loader and dig it out, little by little.  And then there was the year it snowed so much, I went nuts and put up a sign on the porch window, next to the Valentine decoration, saying "We need more snow".  My neighbor Mary Alice still talks about that.  Or the February it snowed so much I booked a four day cruise for myself and girls.  We had a great time, got back to Miami and were told that it had snowed for four straight days in New York and all the airports were closed.  The airport finally opened, but as we landed in Stewart it was lit up with plows clearing the runway.  Maria mistook this for ambulances and yelled "we're gonna crash", but we made it home all right.

Snow rage is the new term - people yelling at the plows as they go by and push snow into their newly shoveled driveway.  One man actually attacked the plow with his shovel.  Another brought out a rifle and ordered the plow to go away.  I'm not that bad, not yet, anyway.