July 13, 2008
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Disgruntled.
The biggest mistake I ever made in my youth was not aspiring to be a television weatherman. Uh....weatherwoman. Weatherperson? Oh hell with it. Whutever.
The thing is....these people get paid even when they're WRONG.
I'd planned to attend a service this afternoon -- a celebration of Russ's life -- but it didn't rain.
Last night, the weatherman SWORE that it would rain today. This morning, he didn't exactly admit he lied, but he predicted rain for tomorrow, instead.
(Well, DRAT. You know whut just occured to me? I always swore that I wasn't gonna sit around and bitch about the weather in my old age. Apparently, you can color me officially old. Sigh.)
Anyway, instead of celebrating the life of a friend in the cool indoors with rain on the roof, I am here. Taking a short break from mowing out there in the sunshine -- where it feels like it might be 97.5 degrees.Because it didn't rain.
I love ya, Russ -- but I know you understand. There's nearly four, tall, green acres out there that require tending in the sunshine.
And the weatherman still swears it's gonna rain tomorrow. I dasn't delay further!
I'll be thinking about you,* okay?
*In between (1) being disgruntled with the weather dude, and (2) wondering if all the farmers since time began haven't spent the majority of their days wishing, as I do, that they'd become weatherpersons instead.
But I won't be singing.
Because disgruntlement rocks, but doesn't rain. At least not today.
NOT!
Comments (2)
The weatherman has ruined many of my days too. And I'm not even old yet.
I feel your pain. The painters and carpenters took off on Thursday because of forecasted storms. We had sunshine all day without a hint of rain. I spent the day in the pool and pondered on the power of the weatherman. Hope your 4 acres are doing well.