I haven’t been in a writing mood in about a week. It could be the immense vacuum of time that passes when I’m with Scarlet and how I crash late afternoon and often can’t bring myself back. Then there’s dinner, then bedtime, then I’m pretty much done with brain power for the day. It could also be the normal tides of writing. Sometimes I can’t type fast enough and I find myself pulling over on the side of the road and frantically searching for a pen and scrap of paper to capture my current thoughts. And other times, writing is like pulling teeth so I publish lots of picture posts for your enjoyment. I like to keep it more balanced, but hey, it follows my mind in real time and I think it does a good job at it too. At least I can provide one or the other, right? Oddly, I am taking more photos than ever before. They’re not necessarily great ones. I think they’re showing my current February Blues. I ache for sunshine and warmth for a wide host of reasons, one of them being that outdoor photography is my favorite. The color, sharpness and exposure are so much better out in the world. I’m sick of washing Scarlet out in window lights. I’m sick of blur. I’m sick of static hair. It looks bad in photos.
Of course I worry more during writing off times. I worry because I’ve had off times that lasted years. I can’t do that ever again. But this time I have ammunition. I have this blog. It makes me write. And it doesn’t have to be good. I can just tell you what’s on my mind in the most basic language I can come up with. And that’s all ok because there are no rules. Sometimes people tell me they can’t even tell the difference. I can. I think it’s glaringly obvious, but I’m my own worst critic. This is my blog. This isn’t the New York Times. The only dictator editor I’m up against is myself. It’s all good. I’ll bounce back.
So…”It Keeps You Running” by Doobie Brothers has been in my head all day. Initially I thought it would be a great theme song for Dunkin Donuts and their whole “America Runs on Dunkin” ad campaign. Then I realized that probably they thought of that first and were DENIED. Then I got angry about the tagline because America does not run on Dunkin. The east coast does. I know this because I missed it out in Cali and I’m not even sure if they’re west of Chicago. Please correct me if I’m wrong.
Then I realized I dedicated a paragraph to Dunkin Donuts. We should be talking Doobie Brothers. And Valentine’s Day. And how I think that song is about our hearts and how they keep us alive, figuratively. And literally. So I walked alone in downtown Northampton and I Valentine window shopped for an hour. There was an ice festival all weekend and you could tell that some of the sculpturists were in the Valentine heart spirit. So were the shop owners.
There was an owl too. I called him Hedwig.
I have two Valentines this year. And oh, how sweet it is.
Oh, these February blues. I’m done. I know only a week ago I was still embracing winter. Then two friends got diagnosed with pneumonia and pneumonia/RSV and I realized, “This sh*t better end soon.” Cold and dark. Runny noses. Ice rink driveways. I’m never warm. Where is the sun? Go away.
So we wear extra layers. We cuddle up. We brunch together. We share sweet kisses with Grandpa.
I like coffee an awful lot. But, Dunkin Donuts – you’re wrong. Love. It keeps you running.