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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

200. ish.

200

This Thursday is Abraham Lincoln's 200th birthday.  We treated ourselves to a day at his memorial on Sunday - the first day in a long time where we could go outside without bundling up in 14 layers to avoid frostbite.

Perhaps I exaggerate. 

In any case.  We spent the day wandering around the western end of the National Mall, enjoying the sunshine and greater than 60 degree temperatures.  I took a quick 5 minutes to lean against a column and sketch the man himself.  Perhaps not my best drawing, but I enjoyed the swiftness of it - the quick lines coming together - the quiet and solemnity of the space.

There are signs at the entrance to the hall that houses this magnificent sculpture that ask for quiet, for respectful behavior, and in a world where it seems no one is quiet or respectful anymore, it's a joy to see so many embracing it.  I marveled at the number of languages that I heard - at how many people from other countries had come to pay their respects to a man that worked so hard to hold our country together. 

We'd gone, a couple of weeks ago, to the exhibition at the Smithsonian Museum of American History on Abraham Lincoln's life.  There is an online exhibition, too, and if you have a moment, click over there and enjoy it.  It was exceedingly well done.

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In other news, it is February, people.  Dang. 

I don't like February.  February is slump time.  February is blech time.  February throws you a 60 degree day and then follows up with 6 weeks of the cruelest cold.  I just checked the 10-day forecast, and the temperatures go down the whole time.  February may be the shortest month, but somehow it really feels like the longest.  February sucks the creative core out of the center of my body and throws it out into the yard, where it sits under a blanket of snow waiting for the spring thaw.

Have I mentioned that I don't like February?  It's funny.  When I go back and look at my archives, February is always very slim.  I can't even blog in February.

How do you get through February?  Embrace the cold?  Huddle under the covers?  Drink?  I'd like to know.  If it works for you, I may try it.

Bleh.