Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Enough Winter

Summertime is finally here
That old ball park man is back in gear
Out on 49, man I can see the lights
School's out the nights roll in
Man, just like a long lost friend
You ain't seen in a while
You can't help but smile.
And it's two bare feet on the dashboard
Young love in an old Ford
Cheap Shades, a tattoo and a
Yoo-Hoo bottle on the floorboard
Her favorite song on the radio
Sing along because it's one we know
It's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine
It's summertime ~ Sweet summertime.

~ Kenny Chesney

If there's one thing that can be said about me, it's that I hate winter. I have absolutely no idea why I didn't run away to a more pleasant climate when I had the youth and energy to do so.

But with age comes temperence, and I've learned to accept my geographical fate. Mostly.

I seem to do all right anymore, tolerating the gray gloom and miserable temperatures - up through just about now. Round about mid-February, I've had about all I can take. My world's bland color palette and bone-creaking air really start getting to me. I get crabby (even crabbier than usual) and feel excessively exhausted. And I miss my boat. I miss my boat like the deserts miss the rain.

The weather sucks today as usual. It's about 20 degrees and very icy, with a biting wind that makes it feel less than zero. And then the stupid DJ on the radio station I listen to along the morning commute plays this song.

That's just cruel.

... How many days till summer?

Monday, February 18, 2008

Happy National Crab Stuffed Flounder Day

Mmmm ... crab stuffed flounder ...

Just wanted to let y'all know I'm still alive, just been kind of busy. Bear with me, I'll be back soon! Hope you're all well!

P.S. Remember my buttbustin' on the ice in my last post? My back still hurts. Yay.