Skip to main content

Gosh Lucy, It's Foggy Out There

It's come to my attention that while there is a noticeable absence of snow in SE Louisiana, there is an abundance of fog. It's all about the moderate temperatures and the onshore wind from the Gulf of Mexico. This morning the temperature is in the mid-fifties, and the matching dew point is fueling a moderate fog that will take a couple of hours to burn off and give us a sunny day.
Having this short experience here might be an anomaly, but it appears to be a common experience. I'm making that judgment from the reaction of the weather people down here; they are not reporting this with that golly gee whiz was getting a lot of fog presentation.  Let me see, fog versus snow? Fog wins because you don't have to shovel it.

Back to Provincial Environs.
It's looking like the Jordello's (Jordan/Costello) will be relocating to Appleton. We are working with a landlord for a lease. Why Appleton? It's not that Maria has a job, although things are looking good. No, rather, we are now in a position where we have to move, and looking at the options from an affordability standpoint, we can get what we want for less rent in Appleton. That's without the bonus of being nearer to what amounts to about half of our grandchildren. It looks like we will being back in the Badger State by April 1, if not a week or so earlier.

Please think before you share this with anybody. Gordon hasn't been around for a while, and I haven't told him we are leaving. I wouldn't want him to hear it from the grapevine.

The Size of It
By now, Maria and I have gone for the longest period of separation in our entire relationship. It looks like it will continue for another three weeks. I see one problem when the time for us to resume our lives together arrives.

We sleep in a king-sized bed. I always make the bed. I have noticed that my customary side of the bed (which, for the record, is the side that is closest to the bathroom) is slowly but surely moving to the middle of the bed.

Like most boundaries, this one must be respected. However, I will argue that the intrusion is not purposeful in its progress, but rather it is the unconscious effort to find comfort. Or, could it be an attempt to find the warmth of my mate? Men, We are such simple animals.

Talk about spitting in the ocean.
Louisana holds its primary election on March 5th. I'm registered to vote. My question is, should I?
In a state where very few politicians admit being a Democrat and the Tea Party, with the blessings of Grover Norquist, run the state, there are few choices I can make.

Frankly, even the Democrats are scary down here. I won't repeat the long story of how a Democrat was elected Governor don here, but it's enough to explain that he ran on a Pro-Gun, Pro-Life, and against Common Core agenda.

I will be registered in Wisconsin in time to make my vote count for our next President.  I will be patient and be looking forward to voting for anybody but Scott Walker.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Once A Young Man

 My late friend Jack had a saying that's lost on young people; it sure was lost on me. With his version of a Finnish accent, he'd say, " We are too soon old and too late, smart." I've never heard anybody answer the question about returning and reliving their youth that didn't include the covariate that they would know what they know now. Maturation and accepting the onset of the later years of our life goes a long way to mellowing our passions. Chicago Bear fans are less intimidating, and the members of the opposite sex who are age appropriate are far more appealing than we might have thought in our youth. Yes, I will admit some men still try to relive their youth in ways that defy logic. This facet of two late smart prevents athletes from realizing when their best years are behind them. More men than women seem to delude themselves into believing that members of the opposite sex half their age are suitable mates.  I'm not going to deny that some of us old...

Which Doctor Do I Call?

 It started with weepy, crusty eyes. Then my left leg started acting like it had a swivel for a knee. Suddenly, I was experiencing a lack of energy. To top it off, I wasn't getting a good night's sleep. Who do ya call? In my case, I'm calling my primary. My eye problem might need a specialist. Since I have CMT, my leg problem could be neuropathy or orthopedic. My cancer treatments might lead to my lack of pep. And despite using my pillows to attain perfect comfort, my aching legs and lower back keep me awake. I'm going to be cutting back a bit since my health seems to be melting before my weepy, crusty eyes. I've quit my tutoring gig. This hurts me. My student, six-year-old Aydn Collins, is a joy to be with. I had hoped my contribution to his education would be good for him. The biggest problem with the job is getting in and out of the school. Featuring long walks from and back to the parking lot and the mountain of stairs. The older schools are wonderful in almost ...

Watching the Oldies

Note: Last week's post was late. There is a reason. Read on.  Classic Film: From Here To Eternity The film opens in Hawaii in 1941. The film stars Bur Lancaster, Mongomery Clift, Deborah Carr and Donna Reed. It is before the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. The only scene I remember is a scene many people who never watched the entire film have seen. It shows Bert Lancaster and Deborah Carr lying on a sandy beach, kissing as an incoming washed over them. Given the popularity of that scene, it was amazing to me that that iconic image is only seconds long in the film. The story is about the innocence of army personnel with no idea what's coming. Lancaster literally runs the squad while his Captain lets him take charge so he can campaign for his promotion and cheat on his wife.  To make up for the disrespect he has for his commanding officer, Lancaster beds his Captain's officer's wife only to fall in love with her.  Clift's character suffers the humiliation of an offic...