Rantings Diversified

This started its life as a comment and devolved into a post.

Thanks, Baino, AbVan, Hanulf and Sam

OK, now I’m beginning to feel like I did when Debbie Schlussel wrote me an email. Look at this! I got comments from all my favorite writers. There’s Helen, and AbVan and Hanulf and Sam too! What a lucky little mug I am. I am. I am, says I, I do.
Helen, This kid went to Uni in Tucson, Arizona, aka the Southern ArridZone. I know all about getting a sunburn on Christmas day. Yea! You too AbVan. We use to drive up top of Mt. Lemon to have a snowball fight before driving home to go swimming. It was a Christmas day ritual.
Winters here are as long and drawn as summers are in Southern Arizona.
Hanulf, I got a bit bummed out this morning as I was getting dressed. You see, like you I know all about layers. Nylon, fishnet, long Johns, Long underwear, T-shirt, long sleeved shirt, flannel shirt, sweater, rain coat, winter coat and that doesn’t take into account the hands or feet or head.

I also know exactly what you mean about the difference in winters. By February, I will go about on foot in a sweater, touk and jeans despite the fact it’s -10DEGF outside. Everything is frozen solid and has been which makes the humidity rating around zero and it’s quite nice out by then. I’ve been known to be out cutting wood for the fireplace then, in a T-shirt, though when I stop it becomes really, really cold all of a sudden.
I still hate winter. Why, you ask? Because I can’t wear shorts and Hi-tops and because I can’t work in my garden nor can I slowly cook a piece of dead cow, pig or trout on my grill while lazing in my folding chair while overlooking my domain and complaining about the humidity…and swatting at mosquitos.
Sam, I’m with you about 3/4′s of the way!
The wind whipped, wet, snot runny, nasty can be a blast…for about 5ive minutes. Then I’ve had it. It’s off to the warm cocoa and fireplace for me. Where did I leave that book? Where is my buttered toast? Would someone please put another log on the fire and hand me the banjo?

This I say and this I say is the way it is.