Tuesday, April 07, 2009
When it comes to the weather, you know what? I give up! I bow in subservience to the weather gods. I concede. I surrender. I offer myself up as a sacrificial -- whatever, because I'm no lamb. Whatever I do, the weather gods or trolls or whatever they are, are going to freaking win, so I prostrate myself on the altar of wind and rain and invite them to do with me what they will. They're going to, anyway, so I might as well go willingly -- and sacrifice my shorts and tee-shirts and flip-flops.
Winter just will not give up the ghost. Sunday, it was 77 degrees and I thoroughly enjoyed sitting on my patio barefooted with a cold Coke. Yesterday morning, however, the temperature had plummeted at least twenty degrees and it was pouring down rain. And you know how much I love walking the dog in a driving rain. By last evening, the damned evil voodoo winds were blowing once again, making it dicey as hell to be walking outside without a pair of ruby slippers. The wind howled all night, too, and woke me up several times.
If I could hibernate until Summer finally kicks Winter's butt and takes control, I would. Every time I get out lighter clothing and wear them for a couple of days, just as I start feeling comfortable, along comes another cold snap necessitating having to haul out the wool and heavy sweaters again. I'm so tired of cold wind and cold rain and freeze warnings. What is the point in being surrounded by flowers and green leaves and trees in blossom when Winter keeps hanging on? I can't take this! I want to wear light fabrics and short sleeves, damn it. And sandals! Maybe by July...