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Feb 27, 2023·edited Feb 27, 2023

Oh, Glorious natural light. Thank you Buddy and Heather.

February

BY MARGARET ATWOOD

Winter. Time to eat fat

and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,

a black fur sausage with yellow

Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries

to get onto my head. It’s his

way of telling whether or not I’m dead.

If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am

He’ll think of something. He settles

on my chest, breathing his breath

of burped-up meat and musty sofas,

purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,

not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,

declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,

which are what will finish us off

in the long run. Some cat owners around here

should snip a few testicles. If we wise

hominids were sensible, we’d do that too,

or eat our young, like sharks.

But it’s love that does us in. Over and over

again, He shoots, he scores! and famine

crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing

eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits

thirty below, and pollution pours

out of our chimneys to keep us warm.

February, month of despair,

with a skewered heart in the centre.

I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries

with a splash of vinegar.

Cat, enough of your greedy whining

and your small pink bumhole.

Off my face! You’re the life principle,

more or less, so get going

on a little optimism around here.

Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.

Margaret Atwood, “February” from Morning in the Burned House. Copyright © 1995 by Margaret Atwood. Used by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

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Feb 27, 2023·edited Feb 27, 2023

Thank you, Professor, for the beautiful photo, a reminder that all people on our planet are part of the same environment, same world. When my Father was in Italy in WW2, he and my Mother would gaze at the moon every night, remembering that they were both looking at the same moon. And the sea that lapped the shore in Italy and in California were connected, like every one of us on the planet.

Motto

In the dark times, will there also be singing?

Yes, there will be singing.

About the dark times.

Bertolt Brecht

Rest well.

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Celebrated my 70th BD today, so please feel free to rest along with me!

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With Gratitude

A late winter’s day is a good time to stop and reflect.

It’s been a mild winter here in western Connecticut. Even so, the old Yankee in me has assumed at least one nor’easter before spring, and we may be getting it later today; a present from Mother Nature on my 72nd birthday.

In spite of my efforts to do otherwise, I made it this far, with better health than I deserve and most of my marbles.

I shall enjoy watching the snow fall silently on the lake from my new rocking chair.

With gratitude.

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Beautiful photo. Rest well

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Beautiful photo! May the golden light shine on you and Buddy. Thank you! 💙💛

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Thank you for all you do Heather.

It is nice to see the daylight stay around longer. Although we continue to get snow and cold here in Central New York , the Robins and Redwing Blackbirds are starting to appear .

A sure sign of Spring to come.

Be safe. Be well.

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Many thanks, once again, Heather, for allowing us to spread our thoughts today.

With Buddy's exquisite photo as a backdrop, I cannot help but proclaim: Shut up and eat your borsch - without a "t"! "Kyiv chef uses food to reclaim culture."

https://apnews.com/article/soviet-union-food-and-drink-ec0bd5ce731fe28cf4b35479c0eec911?

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Buddy does get it right! The light charging towards spring is magical!

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Completely grateful for every post which is either the last thing or the first thing I read each day.

Thank you for your very hard work, for your generosity of spirit, for your dedication. Always wishing you good rest. You deserve it.

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A spectacular photo by Buddy! Like in Fern’s reply, “pewter skies”. We are again, getting rains in California. They are a welcomed sight to us. Pleasant dreams. See ya’ tomorrow.

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Heather... that is a darn good photo... it even breathes cold! But unlike y'all down here in Queensland we are just coming to the end of summer... offically autumn begins on 1 March. Can winter be far behind? If I took a photo it would be of blue skies and sandy beaches. Guess I won't bother.

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Rest well, you’re likely to need it. It appears MTG is calling the shots with the Speaker and is full of senseless ideas.

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Thanks for the reminder that light changes as we get closer to the sun. Not seeing too much of it here on the Pacific Coast!

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Thank you for all you do!

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Lovely photo -- Mother Nature continues to show us beauty!

Wishing you a restorative rest.

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