I did something this week that I haven’t done in a long time. I bought a copy of Vogue magazine. Specifically, I bought the March issue of Vogue. Why? I cannot tell a lie. Because First Lady Michelle Obama was on the cover. I had to have it. She’s beautiful and intelligent and gracious, and exudes warmth and vitality. And she has that little playful thing going, too. I wish FLMO well and will be watching with great interest.
FYI — Vogue. Loved the ad for Payless shoes.
I have never been so happy to usher out the old month and usher in the new. Good-bye, February. Go ahead. Slam the door on your way out. Just leave.
Hello March, honey. Come to mama. Let me feel the love. The warmth. The sunshine.
My wall calendar for this year is an Edward Hopper — American artist, 1882 – 1967. The March image is Cape Cod Sunset. See what’s missing? Yes. Buckets of snow. I love his work for the subject matter and bold use of color.
I have high hopes for March. I want to discover my crocuses at the side of the house. I want to trim shrubs. See dirt. Ride my bike. Wear something besides sweats and Thorlos socks and boot tread. Hear the slap of the sidewalk under my feet.
What hopes do you have for March, other than staying employed in the new economy? That’s a given.
I’m still in the ring with Conn. Duking it out.
Today, I’m kind of wondering why I’m on Twitter.
Don’t look, but Monday’s coming.