"February is pitiless, and it is boring. That parade of red numerals on its page adds up to zero: birthdays of politicians, a holiday reserved for rodents, what kind of celebrations are those? The only bubble in the flat champagne of February is Valentine's Day. It was no accident that our ancestors pinned Valentine's Day on February's shirt: he or she lucky enough to have a lover in frigid, antsy February has cause for celebration, indeed." - Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume.
I agree. February is my least favorite month. The excess of the holidays has worn off. The excitement of a new year has worn off; resolutions have been forgotten; I even bore my own self in February. Now we're just back to business as usual. And it's cold. Even in California. I'd never last in one of the storm-riddled states. Luckily, the month is short and we can move right through it with but a shiver.
A friend of mine from Canada calls February the "suicide month." I don't know if that's a Canadian saying, or just her opinion. I learned that February is "Suicide Prevention Month" - so maybe there's a connection.
Currently, the only things keeping me focused on the positive are:
1. My brother's birthday is coming up so there will be a fun family gathering.
2. Valentine's day is coming up (although my husband and I are beyond the point of making grand gestures . . . it's just nice to have a Valentine).
3. I'm catching up on some reading . . . (snore!).
4. Steven Tyler is on American Idol so I can start watching it again.
Steven Tyler makes me laugh. Whether he's falling off a stage or getting bleeped on American Idol for saying weird stuff, he stands the test of time in my book. I'm not a fan of most reality shows. I don't care about a rich, spoiled bachelor who needs national television to find love; Housewives of any city don't hold my interest; I absolutely don't care about the lives of a bunch of libidinous nitwits on the Jersey Shore. (I lived at the beach with some friends when I was in my twenties and you couldn't pay me enough money in the world to have a camera follow me around. I'd probably be in jail, it was the '70s after all . . .)
I do, however, like the reality shows that involve music. It's not rocket science, but it's fun to hear people digging deep and putting on their best voice. And almost as much as the competition, I love the tryouts. The show's been on the air so long that they're getting really good at editing the funny stuff and showcasing some of the wackier hopefuls. Clearly, some people are just looking for their 15 minutes and know they suck. And some are looking for fame and don't know they suck. And, of course, those are the funniest ones to watch. It's like a train wreck . . . I just can't look away.
And, bless his heart, Steven Tyler simply cannot bring himself to be mean or rude to any of these people. He even chastised Randy Jackson quietly saying "Don't be mean to him!" after somebody sang horribly. It's a refreshing change from Simon Cowell, who I actually liked for awhile, but the insults got old.
So, that's it. A few things make February an acceptable, if not extraordinary month. I think as long as we don't expect much from February, we won't be disappointed. Just push me through to March when we can start thinking about spring and summer. I seem to have more to say during those months.