That Most Fickle of all Females
Mother Nature. Some mother...tormenting her children so.
See, here is how it is supposed to work: You try your best to muddle through the harsh winter, gritting your teeth and trying to be patient. This is supposed to happen from December through February. March is still chilly, but bearable...and then spring.
What DOESN'T work for me is having mild days spread out here and there...no rhyme or reason...no continuity. Just a tease, saying "here's some nice balmy air for you...oh, but just a taste". I get through winter each year, reluctantly. But don't dangle any carrots in front of me. That just ain't right. I'll easily give up the occasional 70 degree day in January or February to just get winter OVER WITH. Then, when the first 70 degree day comes, we'll have earned our passage to spring.
See, here is how it is supposed to work: You try your best to muddle through the harsh winter, gritting your teeth and trying to be patient. This is supposed to happen from December through February. March is still chilly, but bearable...and then spring.
What DOESN'T work for me is having mild days spread out here and there...no rhyme or reason...no continuity. Just a tease, saying "here's some nice balmy air for you...oh, but just a taste". I get through winter each year, reluctantly. But don't dangle any carrots in front of me. That just ain't right. I'll easily give up the occasional 70 degree day in January or February to just get winter OVER WITH. Then, when the first 70 degree day comes, we'll have earned our passage to spring.
posted by B at 9:27 AM
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