There were two pages of letters to the editor in the most recent paper, prompting my daughter so say, “It must be February.” And two fires in 24 hours, which is odd, the Horton’s big shed caught fire and a little guest cabin on Mud Bay Road burned too- fortunately no one was injured in either. One very tired fireman told me he had only been asleep about an hour following the shed fire and clean up when he was back out at the cabin fire. How lucky are we to have such dedicated volunteers? At the same time, I know a little bit how he feels, which is best described as February. I’ve been putting out little fires, mostly of my own igniting lately, and running from one to the next. I have a couple of projects I’m trying to complete, but the tug of parenting (JJ came up for the weekend from Juneau) grand parenting, dog walking, a good book (Bread Alone) and old friends stopping by to say hi and staying for lunch and dinner, and well, there you have it: February. There is a wonderful yoga class for beginners, or for those who want a gentle refresher, noon-1 Mondays and Thursdays through the end of March at the Chilkat Center. Noon you say? I answer: February.You may sign up for the whole session, or drop in. The Hi-De-Hos perform at the library at 5:30 today. Why not have a band playing and singing at the library? It’s February. There’s also a junior high basketball tournament this weekend, and Friday the Arts Council presents a group called The Good Lovelies, who are apparently both– and childcare is provided. February. The Arts Council folks know you need a night out about now. Also, spring is in sight– Mosey’s and the Bakery are open again. But now it is time for me to get back to work. And you too, may want to write something– how about a letter to the editor? You won’t be this passionate about anything again until next February and it is a short month, there are just ten days left. Or, perhaps it’s time to compose that radio piece you have rolling around in your head. Small Things Considered is always seeking new voices, just call Margaret at the radio station. If writing isn’t your thing, put your cleats on and walk around and take a few pictures. The light is nice. But then it is February.
