The Birds Are Confused
It was knocking on 70° today. The birds were singing. I think the song was It Might as well Be Spring.
The birds are confused. Hell, I’m confused. This time last year I was breaking my back digging out from the great blizzard of 2011. Today I was out in the Harley getting a cool breeze in my face. There seemed to be a thousand other motorcycles out doing the same thing. What a difference a few months make.
You might remember just a few months back I was bitching about how hot it was. Day after day of temps over 100°. And then one day it was bearable again. It’s like it went from OMG to “isn’t this nice” in the blink of a porch light.
I have a theory I hope proves to be true although I have a poor track record in the prognostication department.
It was so hot for so long this summer it can’t get as cold this winter.
Well, it sounds good on paper but I was missing in action for most of my classes on theory.
I had a theory about Tequila and that didn’t work out too well either.
Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours.” ~Robert Byrne