While it is currently 5 degrees out — so cold the dogs prefer barking at squirrels through thermopane glass rather than going outside and actually chasing them — I’d like to point out that as of yesterday, the days are getting longer. Ah, yes, the Winter Solstice, something I didn’t fully appreciate until I moved back to the lower midwest from blandly sunny California. Now, I’m totally on-board the pagan train, and when the sun starts moving back north I’m lighting fires and painting myself blue in the hope that godless ritual will bring spring more quickly. And if the cold isn’t enough to do it my recent gas bill is.
I note as well that every day brings us one day closer to the opening of spring training, when the simple knowledge that grown men have gone south to practice a boy’s game warms me to my marrow. There are only 52 days until pitchers and catchers report. …
Funtional Ambivalent has more you should read.
Well I won’t have to paint myself blue. All I have to do is leave my Pagan fire for a few minutes and step outside. I’ll be blue in no time.
We’ve had snow in Portland for 7 of the last 10 days. At least it’s a balmy 21 degrees today.
Before our Solstice ritual, I said that by doing it this year, we wouldn’t have to worry about the sun not returning. My practical wife told me the ritual was for us, not the Sun.
I glad to know others know the real truth!