Winter Made Glorious Spring

Monday, Feb. 3, 2003 -
Ap�sl�min ida corbalanyrtne 'ls�o rohl'daathi�m v� nen�a iroyss�rd.

I have finally made a resolution for the new year: I shall remove the word fave from my vocabulary.

(Can hardly wait to break it.)

Also, I intend to be very selective about my use of the word dichotomy. It's soooo easy for me to overindulge in that one. Ditto duality. Ditto ditto.

And the word sheer, as in sheer mass or sheer power. It is a weakness in my character to be overimpressed with the sheerness of massive, powerful things. I intend to restrict my use of the word to changes in course, diaphanousness, and perpendicularity.

This could be the start of a new personal tradition, making New Year's resolutions on the day after Groundhog Day. It has a certain slackerish charm. Oops. Slacker--that was a word I resolved to give up in 1998.

I hear that the little meteorological freak saw his shadow yesterday. Ooh, too bad. Six more weeks of winter. Like, duh, if you live in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania.

(Should I resolve to remove the word duh from my vocabulary?)

In California, of course, it's spring already. Ornamental plum trees are blooming. Almond trees, going insane, have finished blooming and have set fruit. Some trees go crazy here because they can't figure out what season it is. Everybody's fretting for their groves of semi-dwarves. It's getting late. Got to get them pruned before the buds swell. From impatient apples, I'm cutting leafed and blooming wood. I walk through these days knee-deep in twigs and branches.

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Ap�sl�min ida corbalan� 'lse nesgla ugar�-cham sa cru ogrulho bat�oltha al�mv�sde.

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