billski
Active member
The dreaded, wicked weather has arrived. I fear these days the most.
I had to run out early Saturday to stock up on milk and bread. I hunkered down in the house, dialed up the Weather Channel. The NWS Severe Weather Warnings are in high gear. Couldn't get to work because the pavement was too hot. Summer camp was canceled due to the heat. The highways were jammed due to radiator coolant spills. There was a line out the door of Home Depot today taking the very last air conditioners they had to offer. There was a run on ice, price gouging is rampant. Swimmers, hikers and bikers are getting lost and injured at record numbered. Grubs, wasps, bears, crabgrass and polen threaten our very existence. Inner city murders reach an all time high during the summer months. Summer is a dreadful and dangerous time.
Oh, how the mind drifts for want of a nice cool day, crisp evening and frost on the mountaintops. Allergies subside, sunburns fade. To think, relief is only a few short months away. The sun-birds must fly away to the peaks of the Argentina, or to the more reasonable climes of the north pole, to return with cooler tempers.
How slow the summer months trudge by. Not a snowflake or a frosty streak to be seen. There is hope; fall always provides a re-birth of the spirit winter has to offer. Hope falls eternal... Paradise finally arrives at our door.
I had to run out early Saturday to stock up on milk and bread. I hunkered down in the house, dialed up the Weather Channel. The NWS Severe Weather Warnings are in high gear. Couldn't get to work because the pavement was too hot. Summer camp was canceled due to the heat. The highways were jammed due to radiator coolant spills. There was a line out the door of Home Depot today taking the very last air conditioners they had to offer. There was a run on ice, price gouging is rampant. Swimmers, hikers and bikers are getting lost and injured at record numbered. Grubs, wasps, bears, crabgrass and polen threaten our very existence. Inner city murders reach an all time high during the summer months. Summer is a dreadful and dangerous time.
Oh, how the mind drifts for want of a nice cool day, crisp evening and frost on the mountaintops. Allergies subside, sunburns fade. To think, relief is only a few short months away. The sun-birds must fly away to the peaks of the Argentina, or to the more reasonable climes of the north pole, to return with cooler tempers.
How slow the summer months trudge by. Not a snowflake or a frosty streak to be seen. There is hope; fall always provides a re-birth of the spirit winter has to offer. Hope falls eternal... Paradise finally arrives at our door.
