Or something like that.
Meaning, one who wishes for lots and lots of snow in an area of the country where there is lots and lots of dirt, should know damn good and well that once the temperature begins to rise, the snow starts to melt and the melting snow (now water of a sort) mixes with the dirt to make………..wait for it…………..MUD. Lots and lots of it.
I know. I know. I’ve written about the infamous mud season for the last couple of years. In fact, I could simply write “see post #such and such from such and such a date” and you’d have an excellent picture of what’s happening here right now.
Mud. Lots of it. Everywhere. Especially on the driveway. Which, if you’ve been fortunate enough to drive, is approximately one and a half miles long. That’s a long driveway. That’s a lot of mud. Ooey, gooey, sticky, slimy, mushy mud.
I should have just been content with a snow-less winter. And left it at that. Forget Boston and their almost record year of 8 feet and counting snow levels. Forget our piddly little piles and the nonexistent sledding days and only one day of cross country skiing thus far and no days of ice skating and just a few days of downhill skiing.
Wow. I can throw a pity party with the best of them, can’t I? And I’m no mental midget, let me tell you. I know exactly what happens when lots of snow melts around here. It ain’t a pretty sight, let me tell you. So what on earth was I thinking???? I should have just kept my little (big) mouth shut, my head down, thanked the Universe for the world around me and just waited silently for spring to really take hold and move on along.
Speaking of spring. Gophers on the road man. Gophers on the road. It’s just a matter of time til I have gophers in my yard. Yay me. A bluebird flew by the car on the way home from Fort Collins on Tuesday. And today a red-winged blackbird was perched on one of the bird feeders. The winds have changed as well. Warm, and from the west, not the bitter north winds of winter.
It’s all good. It’s all good. I’ll deal with the mud. I’ll deal with the blasted daylight savings time (see last year’s post on that as well). And if we don’t get the late spring snows or rains, I’ll deal with the fire season. One day at a time. The earth just keeps on turning, and so will I.
Speaking of making beds and lying in them. The good ol’ bunch of Senators who thought they’d be cute and strike up a pen-pal relationship with the Iranians might want to think twice about their new BFFs. And the volumes it speaks about them and their allegiance and loyalty to this country. (That would be America, as in the good ol’ United States of America.) I’m thinking that in the good ol’ days (that would be back in the time of the Founding Fathers and the writing of the Constitution and that little piece of paper declaring independence) speaking out against the leader of the country could possibly be construed as high treason. (Definition of treason: the crime of betraying one’s country, especially by attempting to kill the sovereign or overthrow the government.)
Wow. I just googled that definition (too lazy to go get out the dictionary) and found out I’m not the only one who thinks this!!!!!!!!!!!! Seems 155,000 have signed a petition calling for the 47 idjits (sorry, Republican senators) who signed the letter to their Iranian BFFs to be charged with treason. Seriously. Seems it might have violated a law called the Logan Act, ” a 1799 law which forbids unauthorized citizens from negotiating with foreign governments.”
Course, it was then written in the article that President Obama and Vice-President Biden both dismissed the
lawsuit letter and the 1799 law.
Whatever. I just think it’s so cool that I wasn’t the only one thinking TREASON!!!
Hope those beds they made with their new BFFs are cozy.