Saturday 15th February - halfway

 That is, halfway through February. 

Kurt Vonnegut added 2 extra seasons (have I mentioned this before?) either side of Winter;

Kurt Vonnegut: “There Are Six Seasons Instead of Four”

In 1978, Kurt Vonnegut gave the commencement speech at Fredonia State College in upstate New York. The speech was published under the title “How to Make Money and Find Love!” in a collection of the author’s commencement addresses, If This Isn’t Nice, What Is? In the speech, Vonnegut suggested to the graduating class that the traditional four seasons don’t make sense for northern areas of the country.

 One sort of optional thing you might do is to realize that there are six seasons instead of four. The poetry of four seasons is all wrong for this part of the planet, and this may explain why we are so depressed so much of the time. I mean, spring doesn’t feel like spring a lot of the time, and November is all wrong for autumn, and so on.

Here is the truth about the seasons: Spring is May and June. What could be springier than May and June? Summer is July and August. Really hot, right? Autumn is September and October. See the pumpkins? Smell those burning leaves?

Next comes the season called Locking. November and December aren’t winter. They’re Locking. Next comes winter, January and February. Boy! Are they ever cold!

What comes next? Not spring. ‘Unlocking’ comes next. What else could cruel March and only slightly less cruel April be? March and April are not spring. They’re Unlocking.

https://kottke.org/19/10/kurt-vonnegut-there-are-six-seasons-instead-of-four

That means there are only two more weeks of Winter!

Thinking like this stops me from feeling resentful that February isn't more Spring-like.

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I'm experimenting with the idea of summarising each week of the year at the back of my diary/notebook/day book.

Something like this;

This is the second week of January. I'm going through photos and my diary to create the weekly page; we are already at week 6 or 7, I haven't counted up properly so I'm playing 'catch-up' at the moment. Something like a travel journal through the year. 

I'm not planning to share it; some pages (like the very beginning of January when my father died) will be too personal. But I thought I'd share the idea.

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Sanctus

The last day... from the Congolese Missa Luba.

I've copied some pictures from the accompanying video