It is the winter of my discontent.
It’s February, so what else would it be?
The football season is over. We watched another Super Bowl without the Eagles Sunday. Yes, it was a great game, at least the fourth quarter was. I checked out shortly after the halftime show with Bruce Sprinsteen and missed most of the late action.
Punxsutawney has checked in, telling us to expect six more weeks of winter. Just what I need.
We now enter the longest part of the calendar, at least for me. That would be the wait for spring to arrive.
Not making things any easier are the jabbering folks on TV and radio who insist on making every winter weather event sound like Armageddon.
We have this just in: It is February and it is cold out. And there’s a chance of snow.
Today we are dealing with another potential snow storm. Well, it’s not really going to be a storm, but we are getting snow. It’s supposed to pick up later in the day.
The forecasters are calling for 1-3 inches in the Delaware County area. Of course they just can’t help themselves from telling us how much they’re going to get down near the shore, where the snow is supposed to be heavier.
Here’s a hint, I don’t care how much snow they get at the shore. Nor do I give a hoot about the Poconos. I don’t ski anymore. I am not going there anytime soon. I am driving from my house to the office and back again. I think I will survive.
Whether I actually make it to spring is another matter.
I have two words to soothe our winter desolation. Repeat after me: Pitchers and catchers.
It’s February, so what else would it be?
The football season is over. We watched another Super Bowl without the Eagles Sunday. Yes, it was a great game, at least the fourth quarter was. I checked out shortly after the halftime show with Bruce Sprinsteen and missed most of the late action.
Punxsutawney has checked in, telling us to expect six more weeks of winter. Just what I need.
We now enter the longest part of the calendar, at least for me. That would be the wait for spring to arrive.
Not making things any easier are the jabbering folks on TV and radio who insist on making every winter weather event sound like Armageddon.
We have this just in: It is February and it is cold out. And there’s a chance of snow.
Today we are dealing with another potential snow storm. Well, it’s not really going to be a storm, but we are getting snow. It’s supposed to pick up later in the day.
The forecasters are calling for 1-3 inches in the Delaware County area. Of course they just can’t help themselves from telling us how much they’re going to get down near the shore, where the snow is supposed to be heavier.
Here’s a hint, I don’t care how much snow they get at the shore. Nor do I give a hoot about the Poconos. I don’t ski anymore. I am not going there anytime soon. I am driving from my house to the office and back again. I think I will survive.
Whether I actually make it to spring is another matter.
I have two words to soothe our winter desolation. Repeat after me: Pitchers and catchers.
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