It has come to my attention that I should expect nothing this time of year. Just as I brace myself for a vertical river produced from the charcoal clouds above me, they move on and the sun actually brings some warmth to my skin. But should I make the mistake of taking down that umbrella, I would be met with a very cold shower that I was not expecting.
Am I whining? I'm not sure. I am definitely not expecting much, which means that my hopes are often raised by the solar rays. I actually have a tan, which was brought about by the more frequent sunny days. Although the fact that I am making this announcement will only bring about certain waterworks. At least there aren't any thunderstorms...Yet.
What is the blog entry really about, you may wonder. I do not mention the weather much here and it is not entirely about the weather. For there are other aspects of it that make it nature's bipolar season. The grass, for example, will not stay down no matter how many times you mow it. Sure there are plenty of flowers about, but how many of them are weeds that you are going to have to extract from the ground? Life in general becomes more chaotic this time of year due to things you might have put off and other things that you weren't expecting. Then there's baseball. Never, ever bet on baseball because it's about as predictable as the weather.
I guess that is my real complaint here. I am a baseball fan. It is easily my favorite sport. And yet the home team in which I root for, which SHOULD be doing good, is in fact, not. Why? I haven't a clue. They are about as trustworthy as the temperature. But, like the skies above us all, I have zero control over the outcome.
Anyway, I've ranted long enough. May your days be warm and your lawn be short.
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