Do I? Don't I?

Infinite variety my aunt Mabel's behind!  Tease? 

Perhaps.  Disgusting?  Definitely! Enough? 

On a scale of one to ten, that would be an 

affirmative response at a 12! I speak to the 

rain.  I speak to the sleet.  I speak to the 

snow.  I speak to the wind. Knock this crap 

off.  Ordinarily, I'm the "at least it won't 

last long" kind of guy during bad weather in 

March.  I realize I have no direct control 

over it, so why let this stuff bother me? 

Because I am old and cranky.  Because I think 

I suffer from Seasonal Attitude Disorder 

(looking outside I am definitely SAD!). 

Because this has been the longest fricking 

winter in my long and rose colored recollection. 

And I have these garishly green shorts that I 

want the whole world to enjoy!  But no.  It rains.

It sleets.  It snows.  It blows. 

What, you might ask, does this have to so with 

the title of this blog? We're supposed to host 

bridge club tonight, and none of us is young. 

Will this quit in time to be safely on the road? 

Should I call and cancel?  Dilemma!  I know!  I'll 

let Cath decide!  Finally, a forecast I can live 

with!  Stay tuned for more ranting, 

raving, and reassurances that you are loved!