The Price Of Nice Weather

I really must think about putting more posts with photographs of my infant grand and great-grandchildren. They are hits for sure.

This last weekend was a winner for me. My local TV viewing is obstructed. I get two channels on my antenna, Channel 12 and 58.

Saturday on channel 12 (WISN), I watched the Badgers play Indiana. So sad that I had to text my son-in-law Dan to make sure he wasn't sitting in a warm bath with a razor at his wrists

Sunday, I watched the Packers play the Eagles on channel 58. I joined the game at the end of the third quarter. According to Jim Nance, I no more than sat down with my popcorn, and the Eagles scored two touchdowns in 82 seconds. Do you ever think that if you don't watch, they will win? Do you fantasize that you are a curse. As we know, the Pack turned back the momentum (another sports fantasy) and won the game.

Least you somehow think that someone forgot to turn down the outdoor thermometer, and you can't remember a December when you didn't need your quilted jacket.

No, it's real. We are having an unusually warm December, a carryover it appears from an equally warm November. While it's a welcome outcome, Wisconsinites suffer from what I call anticipated payback. We seem to think that Wisconsin weather is like water. It seeks to find the lowest spot, and no matter how much we get, it will level out.

"Oh, ya, hey. Sure it's nice out today, but you know we are going to pay for it." Tell me you haven't heard some version of this.

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