Ode to Saint Valentine

Heed my words Saint Valentine
You'll never be a friend of mine
Disappointing is your day
Inspiring these words I say
A poet I will never be
A card of love I will not see
Now, if I could I'd find a dandy
And say "Give me chocolate candy"

I have never liked the "holiday" known as Valentine's Day.  It often seems to be a day filled with disappointment and unfulfilled expectations.  I was sitting in the cafe at Barnes and Nobel yesterday afternoon looking at fashion magazines (don't say it, don't even think it) when two young women sat down behind me and started talking.  Well, I just couldn't resist eavesdropping and here is some of what I heard.  Apparently, one of the women was questioning her relationship with some guy and seemed to be on the verge of breaking up with him.  The last statement I heard was "He even asked me what I wanted for Valentine's Day and I said he should be able to think of something.  And he'd better get the thing I want or that is the end".
To me, that is the most ludicrous statement that ever comes out of someone's mouth.  How in the world is that guy supposed to know what she wants?  He can't read her mind and she won't tell what she expects from him so he is thwarted before he even starts.
I used to work with a woman who got angry with her husband every year because he never got her what she wanted for Valentine's Day.  I asked her if she told him what she wanted and she said no and that he should KNOW what she wants.  One year they were in a shopping mall and she pointed to some teddy bear that she wanted and hinted that it would make a perfect VD present but on that Valentine's Day she was pissed again because he didn't get the EXACT bear she had pointed to.  Unbelievable.

I do have one positive VD story and it was in 1985 when I was in Oklahoma taking care of my mother as she was dying of cancer.  I was a long way from my home in Arizona and my ex (this is before we were married and subsequently divorced) made some hearts cut out of wood and painted them different colors and then painted "I love you" on them.  They were all different sizes and I loved them.  What a very sweet and appropriate gift for Valentine's Day, something homemade and from the heart.  My mother died a few months later and I went back to Arizona and married my ex the next year.  It was a wonderful time and I cherish the good memories.                              


Valentine's Day should be a day of celebrating love, not being disappointed by what didn't happen or by what material gift you didn't get.  Next year, skip the  crappy store bought card and make something meaningful.  Write a poem to your loved one.  Bake a cake or some other confection.  And whatever you do, say "I love you".

Weather Or Not

Oh my aching head.  Why oh why did I have that last shot of bourbon?  It must be the weather.
It is now February and the weather has been rotten.  Last week we had five inches of snow and the darned stuff just won't melt, making a muddy slushy mess of my driveway.  
I used to love snow.  Now all I think about when it snows is "how in the heck am I going to get to work?" or "how long is this crap gonna last?".  The hills in my area make driving treacherous, especially for someone like me who has landed in the ditch way too many times.  I am the driver people need to watch out for in bad weather.
When I was younger and lived in Oklahoma I drove in the snow and ice all of the time and only bumped someone once at a stop light.  Of course, there are no real hills in Oklahoma City so the driving was relatively easy.  Not so in Northwest Arkansas.  I know the Ozark Mountains aren't anything compared to say the Rockies, but they are steep enough to cause trouble when the ice and snow come pouring out of the sky.
Today it is raining and will continue to do so into the night which will probably then freeze and make my morning commute a joy.
Is it spring yet?