Around where we live, February is the heart of winter.
It’s cold. It’s snowy. And if you don’t just bundle up and embrace the outdoors you’re either stuck in a shopping mall or watching TV for four months straight through.
As I post this I’ll admit that we haven’t been out on our skis as much as we probably should have been this year. We’ve got a downhill weekend family vacation in the mountains planned for a few weeks from now, but just booting up and wandering over to the winter wonderland of any of the nearby parks has too often been met by groans of “…but I just started watching my show!”
If I happen to have any opinionated statement to make with these comics, I hope the one I’m conveying to my audience is this: kids are gonna whine no matter what you make them do… so you may as well turn off the screens and just do it anyhow, whining and all.
That is all from my chilly little soapbox today. Stay warm!
If this were a math pun about a bus it would be mostly flat with four equal straight sides.
Public transit. I rode the bus to work yesterday, in fact, and sitting in a slightly uncomfortable seat was greatly offset by the benefits of not having to drive through a snowstorm that ultimately dumped nearly 25 centimeters (that’s nearly a FOOT for my American fans) and left traffic scrambling like so many eggs through the city streets. While most of the city was fighting with traction and visibility, I was fighting a virtual frost troll… on my Nintendo in the relative warmth of the bus.
I mean, sure, it took my twice as long to get home… but just enjoy the ride.
The Kid, of course, spends her bus fare on a different flavour of mass transportation. You know… the yellow kind, with bad shocks and hard vinyl seating. No wonder she thinks the city transit system is such a treat. When we do use it to get somewhere, though, I have to admit that there’s a certain level of QT sitting together on a bus that you just don’t get driving and playing dad’s taxi.
I was out running for the winter solstice, plodding through the icy streets of our city with about 200 other runners at midnight for the “longest night” run where one might have expected there to be more snow.
I certainly expected that we would have had more snow when I drew this comic, too. Instead, I’ve only been dreaming of getting out on my skis over the holiday season, with the Kid off for two weeks of Christmas break and me with a solid ten days away from the office.