Yesterday was spring-like. Until I got home, at which point it turned cold and nasty. Oh well, that was February, and today is March. And March, as they say, comes in like a lion, and goes out like, well, around here it usually goes out like a lion, too. But we generally get at least a few nice days. For instance, I can (vaguely) recall some 70+ degree St. Patrick’s Days. Of course, I also recall the 1993 Big East Tournament weekend, when we got almost four feet of snow in one day (the worst part was that SU lost the championship game to Seton Hall by over 30 points). Took two days of near-constant shoveling to dig out of that one. Beware the Ides of March, indeed (though I’m pretty sure I’d rather have to shovel snow than be stabbed to death).

That ’92-’93 season was a lot like this one, where it not only snowed at least a little bit every day, but the snow started in October and it never really warmed up all year, so we had a pretty tremendous snowpack. That March storm was just the icing on the cake of what would be our snowiest season on the books at 192.1″. Right now, we’ve got 160.3″, so one of those 40″ late season N’oreasters would definitely put us over the top. Whatever happens, now, though, we know it won’t last too much longer.

Tonight is garbage night here (or perhaps “Garbage Eve” is more accurate), which typically means shitty weather. It’s kind of nice to have a garbage day these days. At the old house we (and by we, I mean Granny) used to take the garbage to the dump ourselves. This was a lot cheaper (recyclables are free, and you buy stickers to put on the bags – $1 a sticker, no matter how huge and impossible to lift because it’s full of cat litter), but meant there was a tendency for the garbage bags to pile up a bit, despite all best intentions. So now, no matter how much or how little, it goes away every week (‘cuz I’m paying for it, goddamn it).

Garbage pickup out here is “privatized,” so I had a few options as far as what company to go with. One was Feher, which is pronounced “fair,” and I was looking for a company that aspired to something a bit better than that. Then there was “Superior Trash,” but that seemed kind of pretentious (I mean, if you think your trash is superior, you probably think your shit don’t stink, too). So I settled on “Dependable Disposal.” That’s really all I’m looking for – somebody to dependably come along and dispose of my problems. And they provided me with a very nice 60 gallon garbage can on wheels (of course, I drive it out on the tractor, ‘cuz it’s an awfully long way to the curb – not that there’s actually a curb, of course). Sadly, on the very first week, they failed to show up (I wondered if maybe my garbage wasn’t good enough for them), which didn’t bode well. Since then, however, they’ve been quite dependable.

Birthday-wise, we seem to be in the sevens today, as Little Ronnie Howard (who clearly remembers the 60’s, I’m sure) turns 57 today, and Roger Daltry (who may or may not remember the 60’s – if Keith Moon was still around today, he most likely wouldn’t, but, then again, if he was still around, maybe he would) is 10 years older at 67. And teen heartthrob Justin Bieber (who absitively, posolutely, doesn’t remember the 60’s) turns 17 today.

Sorry to break the news to you, Justin, but it’s all downhill from here. On the bright side, at least you’re Canadian, so you’ll have healthcare.