Melancholy in March

March is finding me in a strange place.  I’m curious as to why this is the month chosen for this slice-of-life challenge.  Would the month of May be too busy, too joyful? I’m finding myself waiting, looking out the window with Mister, and being too influenced by the weather.  Today I'm waiting for the howling wind to die down.  Waiting for the temperature to leave the 30s.  Waiting to get in the dirt, to plant the dahlia bulbs. 

Another March activity, one not so fun, is taxes.  We just came back from visiting the tax man.  Yesterday I went through all our charges from last year. It was a trip down the 2018 memory lane – a reminder of all we did – the trips, the restaurants, the birthday present receipts, the heating repair, the APA convention in San Francisco, the NCTE convention in Houston, Bruce Springsteen tickets. It was a good year.

Back to today and March.  I’m just finding it an odd month to memorialize.  By writing every day, I’m more acutely aware of how I am just biding time until my favorite months – that would be April through November.  I know that’s silly.  Perhaps that’s the discovery of this challenge: that no moment should go by while longing for the next.  That today, Saturday, March 23, however windy it is, and however annoying tax stuff can be, this moment should be embraced.   Lesson learned.