Dear Blog reader:
I hope this finds you doing well. I am fine.
Couple of weather related notes: Punxsutawney Phil is a
liar, hoax, and a fraud. On February 2, he boldly proclaimed "six more
weeks of winter" in a year when we had had
two days of winter, and now 42
days later, we are experiencing summer gas prices and getting ready for the
first lawn mowing of the season. So if you want to go to Punxsutawney
Speaking of summer gas prices; is it me or do summer gas
prices get put out in the stores earlier and earlier? I remember when we didn't see them before
Mother's day (love you ma! Don't worry. The flannels are still on the bed.)
Now, it’s St. Patrick’s Day and gas prices have been going up for the summer
driving season for 2 weeks.
I am managing to find a way to suffer through the effects of
global warming. What with sleeping with the windows open and the ceiling fan on
and trying to ignore the blaring ancestral warnings about the proper time to
remove the flannel sheets playing in my head, I have not found the last week to
be a restful one.
"I'm hot."
"Look at the calendar boy! If you're not careful, the
weather will change, and you'll catch your death.”
“I’m hot.”
“Your death will be on your hands then. I wash my hands of
any responsibility, if you won’t listen to reason. Every fool knows that you
leave your flannies on the bed and keep your jacket zipped up until after
Easter. You can unzip the jacket at Easter but leave it on until Memorial Day.”
“But Easter happens on a random day each year. It can be as
early as March 23rd or as late as April 23rd. So
shouldn’t we just decide to unzip our jackets when we get hot.”
“Don’t sass me boy. You’re great uncle Tony; God rest his
soul, sassed momma in 19 and 30 and look what it got him.”
“What are you talking about? I don’t have a great uncle Tony.”
“Exactly my point. You don't have one now, but you had one; a long time ago. It just brings the family so much pain that we rarely talk about it. In 19 and 30, Tony told momma that it was
too hot to wear a coat. It was the middle of March and while on our 5 mile
uphill walk to school, a cold front blew through. Tony was freezing. He begged
me for one of my extra sweaters. I just scoffed and told him that it served him
right for sassin momma like that. Not listenin to her. Not doin what he was
told. Well, about that time, the Timmons’ kid came by in his old Ford.
Stopping and rolling down the window, he told Tony that he sure looked cold and
that he was heading our way any how. He would give us a ride. Tony hopped in. I
of course was warm as toast and was too good to get in any car with a Timmons; so
off they went in a cloud of dust. Up around the curve in the road a duck was
moving her brood across the road, the car swerved, rolled down into a ditch and
Tony, your great uncle, was lost to the angels. He caught his death because he didn't have his coat.”
“That is terrible. But isn’t that a cautionary tale to
promote the use of seatbelts and defensive driving not the advocacy of wearing
winter clothing until mid-summer?”
“Don’t sass me boy.”
Take care, and don’t catch a chill
Roger
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