BLOGG # 41 I AM NOT A ST. VALENTINE SCROOGE

I am not a St.Valentine scrooge dear readers ,[of course there is a Valentine scrooge sitting in his living room cutting up hearts] however today. I decided to go downtown to buy a warm red hat and something caught my eye. I was walking down the street and saw a heart in a window! Doing a double take,I walked back and sure enough there was that iconic heart shaped chocolate box in Rogers Chocolate shop window! Surely I was mistaken, I was still in my Pre-Christmas, Post Christmas, Boxing Day, January-super-sales mode. For pity’s sake,I still had my Christmas tree up! How could that silly little naked fellow with wings and a bow and arrow be nudging my elbow? I still want to be in my winter cocoon, snuggled up in my arm chair, wine glass in my hand watching the "Casablanca" movie on my TV screen- not seeing red hearts in shop windows. What was February doing so close? I wanted to-like Scrooge- take a big garbage bag and gather up all the hearts,valentines and silly cupids and throw them into the Pacific Ocean off Dallas road;I wanted to hunch with my back up against my calendar and push back February! My goodness, the next thing I know, that horrible event the "Flower Day count" will be here if it hasn’t already been- those crazy eager-beaver flowercounters triumphantly shouting their numbers all across Canada in their smug way. I can almost get a whiff of that nasty pink animal with floppy ears and a tulip in his paw scurrying around a corner! At my time of life,dear young readers with all the time in the world,I want winter to crawl deliciously,slowly towards spring which looms far in the distance,Easter a mere dot on the horizon and blessed summer somewhere out there in the eeeeeeeeeeweigkeit- none of this rushing from celebration to celebration as in commercial spheres. No,I don’t want St.Valentine day yet! WHOA Mr.Time! slow down! Go back to the remembered turtle-pace of my six year old schooldays,and stop with the hearts, flowers and cupids already.