Theres something about February

There’s something about February. I’ve come to the conclusion that February is the most disliked month of the year especially by those that live in the north. No matter that it contains Valentine’s Day, Mardi Gras and the celebration of President’s Day it is still one miserable month. Now I live in south Florida and for the main part the weather in February is delightful with warm sunny days and cool evenings but February brings tourists and house guests in droves. Hundreds of the pale colored beasts descend from the frozen north and clog our highways, fill up our restaurants and beaches. I have been plagued with house guests since the end of January. I have not had time to read a book or finish an assignment for my writing class. After a few days to a week, one sunburned group will leave to be followed by another. This constant flow will continue for all of February then begin to dwindle as spring approaches. Then when the heat of summer beams down and hurricanes beat at our door and I’m lonesome for friends and family, no one can be bothered to come for a visit. The answer to my invitation is always, “We’ll see you in February!”