Friday, March 31, 2017

Riding High in April, Shot Down in May
Spaghetti Squash Pepperoni Pizza Boat
Taking that spaghetti squash and marinara sauce dish to eleven!  Mushrooms, sausage, pepperoni, olives and mozzarella?  Yes.  See, we can have nice things....occasionally.
I remember this was a cold-ish dreary rainy day.  I had to take the shuttle bus to the subway after work. One of those days when you know winter is over but she's trying her hardest to spit in your face as you're shuffling her out the door.  And you're like 'I said Good Day winter!'
I was starting to see the promise of spring and that was enough for me.  You forget what the scenery truly does to your disposition.  Seeing grey for months and the absence of the sun is a blessing and a curse.  I need those seasons though.  I'm one of those freaks that believes we need to earn spring.  I love braving the weather in those dark bitter cold nights and mornings.  Getting on my bike with all the gear or bundling up to walk to see a show or to tuck into some cozy restaurant with a pal. I enjoy how we have to grit our teeth through weeks of those dirty snowy brutally windy or blah days that seem void of God.  But that doesn't mean I don't dissolve into an empty hollowed out shell by March.  To think that those same gothic-like haunting barren limbs will be fully green and breathing life into this city soon.  That is what gets me through that last final dark tunnel.
Winter just piles all the muck on at once.  You're cold, you're wet, you're kind of lonely, you're feeling the bleakness in everything.  The end of the year marks all your failure.  You look grey, people look grey, no one is smiling big.  Your body starts actin' up.  Sometimes my knees just decide to stop working mid jaunt.  Then the flu and colds, germs all around.  The snotty tissues and gross bike gear.  What's to love about it?
But there really is so much beauty in the quiet and the stillness of winter. When you can stop and only hear and see your own breath in the middle of the night. Those right there are super cool moments to remember that no matter what, even through all the joy and the loathing, all the unique thoughts we're so proud of, we are still just one of the filthy animals roaming this planet.  Different sure, but really just another type of beast.  And lots of us are dumb as rocks.

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