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I bet if it were Boston or NYC getting hit with a blizzard instead of Cincinnati, it would be a top story for the monkey-media. We’ll see what happens in a day or so when this storm makes its way to the Northeast. My money is on it being a Major Event. One more reason journalism is dead.
So today’s weather has officially become a blizzard, and just 4 days ago it was in the lower 70s and sunny. This is why the month of March always comes with some hesitation on my part – as though I don’t trust it. We have buds on trees, and our tulips have been showing their turtle-heads for two weeks now. Tulips: They’re a much stronger, resilient flower than I think. They’re like the Marine Corps of flowers – coming in bloom right on the heels of winter, like a persistent salesman at a car lot.
It’s a good weekend for a blizzard. I didn’t need spring fever drawing me away from a sorely needed business website update (almost done), and a house that needs to be cleaned. I’ve not been able to clean the house in about 2-3 weeks, and I am fighting depression because of it. No joke. The bane of a neat-freak: Diry house.
On a positive note, though, I have great optimism about the business. I figure if I can keep a humble yet optimistic attitude during this infantile stage, and during a recession to boot, we should do well. On paper it probably doesn’t look “wise” to start a business in these conditions, but my gut says otherwise. I probably sound like a broken record, but I’ll say it again: I’ll take intuition over analysis anytime.
Garrett rolled over on his own last night for the first time. Such a strong boy. We went to the Cincinnati Home & Garden Show yesterday afternoon with him, and he got too hot at one point so I had to get him out of the stroller and carry him around. I’d periodically take a look at him as I kept a running commentary about what he was looking at. I mean, the kid’s never seen flowers in his life! Amazing. Anyway… as I would look at him I couldn’t help but notice how comfortable in his skin he seems. He is so alert for 4 months old. More of my lack of baby exposure at play here, but that’s not a bad thing. I enjoy experiencing all of this at it happens. I finally made him laugh yesterday, too: Tickles on the tummy and chest.
Why do doctors call it “tummy”? Why not “stomach” or “belly” or “abdomen.” I don’t think I’ve heard a family doctor call the stomach a stomach – it’s always “tummy.” Odd.
I need to do a Phase One shoveling. Don’t want to shovel all 12″+ on Sunday.
