I suspect the cold of this winter is beginning to sink into my bones as well as my brain. Snow, what, three or four times already and more expected.
I’m not speaking of short shallow dustings of snow. I mean the snowfalls that hold off travel and make roads ice-covered and dangerous and treacherous.
We’re a week into the six more weeks of winter that the groundhog predicted. I hope things get better fast before I go, as my mother used to put it, crazy in the head.
I simply can’t wait until summer. I’ll even take early spring. Easter will be celebrated on April 4 this year, about a week after its earliest possible date of March 22. So that should mean that things will warm up a bit earlier than usual.
Of course I have seen Easter egg hunts on which the snow has fallen. Oh well.
Of course Mother Nature may get her snow and cold and ice over with early this year and leave the latter part of winter/early spring a bit warmer than usual.
Who’s to know?
I’ve often said that I don’t complain about the weather in the summer so I can complain in the winter.
And I’m complaining. Let’s get together and send letters to the weather service seeking better weather for the next five or six weeks.
Perhaps some of the secret agencies of the U.S. government have developed ways to control the weather. It seems possible to me that the people who have become anathema to Pres. Barack Obama may have actually caused the blizzard that has covered the District of Columbia.
Actually, it is a scary thought that weather and climate might actually have become controllable by outside forces. The controllers could create excessive rainfall in places where nothing can grow. Or maybe a drought could be created in marijuana growing areas to get rid of the evil weed.
How about the kudzu that grows alongside the roads? A drought would maybe, but maybe not, wipe out all that vegetation.
Military weather controllers could create and aim hurricanes or typhoons or tsunamis as weapons of war.
Thank goodness that the weather controls itself and is not controlled by humanity.
I think I’m going out into the weather now and dip a bare toe into the snow just to see how cold it is. I’ll still complain about the weather in the winter, and refrain from complaining in the summer.
Stay warm, I’ll be back next week.
Carl Keith Greene is a writer for the Times-Tribune. He can be reached at cgreene@thetimestribune.com
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