Rain, rain (snow?!!) go away...

Seriously...this is ridiculous.

How's anyone suppose to be in a good mood when the sun no longer graces your face? When the bottoms of your pants are perpetually soggy, when the cold killed the beautiful flowers in your window boxes? When you're contemplating wearing a turtleneck sweater in mid-April?

I've heard of the "winter blues" but what about the "Spring had sprung, the trees were blooming, and then it got ridiculously cold again and everything seems to have died blues?" Can light therapy help me on this one?

Maybe the beach?
Thirteen days and counting.

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lumpylush said…
Ah, the wonders of weather. Weather has been a part of the human experience since time immemorial, and has brought abundance and profit as well as destruction and chaos and loss to mankind through all of history. Have you noticed that when we wake up to clear skies and fair wind and moderate temperatures, we never think of that fine day as "weather"? We only think of weather when the weather is contrary to what we consider a fine day.

During my younger days, I did most of my work out of doors. And on the occassions when I was assigned a particularly distastful task, I sometimes wished for dreadfully bad weather so that the work would be postponed, at least for a while. On other occassions, due to mission requirements, the work had to be accomplished regardless of the weather - and sometimes that weather was unimaginable.

But, weather, being what it is, constantly changes, and like a Beethoven symphony weather can be appreciated for the changes of tone, texture, serenity and violence. If you think about it, you actually experience more "weather days" than "fine days", so enjoy the symphony of weather around you and appreciate the music.

Damn . . . I gotta go - there's a leak in the other room and I have to climb on the roof to fix it. (Damned rain).
12:09 PM
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