MY DAY: The end of February

It was a great day and we had mild temperatures, no rain, and no tornadoes.

It was a generous day of being with the regular Tuesday gang for Taco Tuesday, teaching, going to dinner and a choral concert with a student in lieu of his piano/theory lesson, and a dash home for more teaching until 11:30 PM. I had a lengthy scene of gut pain last night and lost several hours of sleep. I was a bit on the cranky side most of the day.

At 4 AM this morning, I will drive my neighbor and her cousin to the airport so they can vacation in Arizona.

Tomorrow afternoon, I will teach a few make-up lessons that were interrupted by Monday’s tornadoes. 

Other than that, it’s a relaxed week as we welcome March 2023 in just a few hours. I am looking to March with more hopefulness; February was a difficult row to hoe.

“Afternoon in February”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead. 

Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red. 

The snow recommences;
The buried fences
Mark no longer
The road o’er the plain; 

While through the meadows,
Like fearful shadows,
Slowly passes
A funeral train. 

The bell is pealing,
And every feeling
Within me responds
To the dismal knell; 

Shadows are trailing,
My heart is bewailing
And tolling within
Like a funeral bell.

About Wright Flyer Guy

Darin is a single adoptive father, a teacher, playwright, and musical theatre director from Kettering, Ohio.
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