Holy Moses. We felt as if March would never end and then it did, but it feels as if it sucked time out of the following months. There must have been some paranormal event going on. Or, now that I think of it, the world was supposed to end in 2012 and maybe it did in a way. Perhaps time has changed – you know, some minutes are longer than others. I wonder if people ran faster race times in March?
I can definitely tell it it mid-summer, though; I can hear it. One of the seasonal events in our house is when a dog gets bitten by some insect and constantly digs at it with his little front teeth. Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw. No matter what you do to ease it, no matter how much flea and tick medicine you have applied, it happens: the forever gnawing.
I remember Miss Alice gnawed on her front foreleg. She was living with my folks then and they did everything possible for her. She went to the vet, got a medicated bandage that the vet sprayed with a substance to make her not chew it . . . My mother looked in the backseat when they were near home and SHE HAD BITTEN IT OFF.
I heard Shane this morning doing IT. Somehow I think time is going to feel as it did in March . . . and the gnawing will never end.