Susan Senator

Feh! G'nick! Dayenu! Uncle!
Enough with the ugly winter, already.

I'm ready for it to go off now. Did that fat rodent see her shadow, or what? Yesterday, ironically on the way to my Egyptian bellydance class, we had weather fit for a Pharaoh. First, there were flakes the size of feathers coming down; thunder; then, bright sunshine and I even had to turn off my heat.

Went to class, (learned this really neat pivot-turn-turn-turn thing and new bouncy C of a hip walk) and when I came out -- blizzard conditions! This being Central Square, Cambridge, there were all kinds of mean-and-nasty bits strewn all over the streets, blowing in the idiot wind. You had to duck to avoid being pelted with rocks and garbage. And tiny, hard snow peas.

CONTEST: If you can correctly identify and explain origins of all six of the famous cultural references from the 60's - 80's in the above paragraph, I will make a limerick out of your name in an upcoming blogpost, or some such tribute. No fair googling.

By the time I got to Chestnut Hill to pick up Nat from his movie, bright shining sun lit up the newly whitened trees. The sky had the heavy lavender -- fake lighting look of a late August sky.

Except it was still $#%Q$# February!!!!!