“In like a lion; out like a lamb.”
That’s the way the month of March, that quixotic, transitional interval spanning from winter into spring ;
And HOLY CRAP!!! Just as I hit the semicolon, a huge flash and an immediate clap of thunder that made my hands jump, my cat’s tail expand to alarming proportions, and the house shake!!!
I kid you not.
So now, after a brief break while all things electrical were turned off and a barrage of hail flattened the hyacinths in my planters…now I will continue. And it seems more appropriate than ever to discuss March and its unique attributes.
I think I’ll leave the unfinished thought and improperly placed semicolon above as a tribute to the angriest month on the calendar. Maybe that slight offering will keep it from further inflicting itself on me.
What started me writing about this in the first place was my kitchen ceiling. Its disconsolate dripping is a fitting sound track. The sagging, cracking sheet-rock another testament to the birth pangs of spring. The light switch taped down to discourage inadvertently flipping it on and shorting out the kitchen light that is perilously close to the leak and thereby burning down my house is another signature of March.
I’m not a fan of the month.
But I still wonder about that ‘in like a lion’ thing.
Lions are golden and soft-furred and regal. March is dark and violent.
And ‘out like a lamb?’ Lambs are cute, but they can be messy and loud and notoriously hard to catch. (Note the hover-lamb below.)
So based on this year’s experience with the month only half over, and as a plea for the quieter, more manageable way in which I hope it will end:
In like a brontosaurus; out like an arthritic vole.
In like a tsunami; out like a jar of grape jelly.
In like Trump; out like My Little Pony.
Just, please, no more shaking and roaring, okay? OKAY??
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Brilliantly penned 🙂
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