Sixty degrees one day, twenty the next, dry, then humid and rainy, then dry again...
Any wonder that my nose sounds like a coffee percolator when I breathe, and that the joints and bones in my face are creaking and popping like a sub approaching crush depth wheddever I blow by doze?
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Well, we're not Florida, at least. "Round here, if you don't like the weather, you usually have to wait at least half a day to get the complete opposite.
I'm thinking it's time to make some mulled cider in the old crockpot. That was my grandmother's sovereign remedy against Winter.
Alergies. Blech.
I'd love one good long frosty cold spell.. crisp air, breath fogging the scope a bit.... an extra shirt... Not above 30 for a few weeks.
My mothers cold recipe:
Boil up a good pot of hot black tea. Pour a cup full, let the tea warm the cup. Pour out the tea, then pou in half a cup of good scotch whisky. Drink the whisky. Go to bed.
Works every time.
Also....
It's called 'weather' for a reason.
Because... whether it's going to do THIS, or whether it's going to do THAT, nobody bleeping knows.
Poor Tam! You rub some hot tea on your forehead, drink a cup of Vick's VapoRub and climb right in a nice tub of chicken noodle soup; you'll feel better in a trice.
Umm, or something like that.
(Readers, please do not drink Vicks Vaporub. It is not to be take internally).
Old age is hell, ain't it?
Art
It makes me dream of Hawaii. Met some people there who had terrible allergies and arthritis before they moved - the guy believed that it's because there are no crossing weather fronts or "lines" in Hawaii - they start way-out over there, and come this way. They had moved across the country in various steps, and finally from Phoenix to Maui...
Well, soon as it's sunny bright, run out and take a quick pick involving a penny, a porch rail, declining ivy, and a double action resolver. Plan ahead fer Sundee.
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