Spring Fever...

... in the middle of a mid-winter "snow event" on Vashon Island, Washington

Jittery, impatient, nervous, jumpy, anxious, expectant, excited, exhilarated, confused, frustrated, waiting for something to change, but not knowing what, feeling I ought to be DOING something but not knowing what...

Maybe it's just the anti-climax after Friday; maybe it's just cabin fever...

Maybe it's yearning for a move into a more stable situation, with our own space and our own stuff around us...

Maybe it's missing yet another of my elder children's birthdays...

Maybe it's tuning into what's going on in the world, especially the Occupy Wall Street action in Washington DC today - a huge part of me so wishes I was there...


Whatever it is, Rodgers and Hammerstein captured the feeling perfectly...

 
LYRICS:

 

... I'm as restless as a willow in a wind storm,

I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever, but I know it isn't spring
 

I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented,

like a nightingale without a song to sing
O why should I have spring fever, when it isn't even spring

 

I keep wishing I were someone else, walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never heard from a girl I've yet to meet
 

I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams, 
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing

I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, or a robin on the wing

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, that it might as well be spring

It might as well be spring...