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April 23, 2019 · 10:03 AM
June 25, 2018 · 1:47 PM
I live in the Mid-Atlantic States, Virginia to be exact. In 2018, we have been inundated with rain. During the month of May alone, we received a record 10.35 inches. I’ve written about flash floods, these torrents typically happening on distant worlds, but I never thought I’d be living this water-soaked saga.
The grass gets cut on a particular day, then with all the moisture falling from the sky, it’s needed again within a few days. Most of my vegetable plants are turning yellow, my driveway has gullies deep enough to lose a Volkswagen bug and I’m starting to develop what I refer to as small sink holes in my backyard.
I’ve whined enough concerning the negative aspects of an overabundance of rain. Please allow me to dwell on the positive side. The moist air does a great job of keeping the pollen down. My house has a bit more humidity to breathe which is an improvement over the normally arid climate. The water table is high; therefore, we stay well-hydrated, clean to the power of ten, and we have H2O to wash cars, power wash decks, houses, fill swimming pools and have water balloon fights. So all in all, I guess the deluge of water, evens itself out. Who knows, maybe we’ll start pressure washing each other.
May 7, 2018 · 11:17 AM
I posted a blog not too long ago about the return of spring. I wrote this aforementioned blog remembering the many springs I had experienced throughout my years on this planet. One of the mainstays in the previous article was the effect of pollen wiggling its way into the human condition.
Now that the green-dust-that-covers-all is back, I am able to record it live instead of write about it from memory. I hear fellow human-beings say, “Oh, look at the beautiful flowers. The dogwoods are beginning to bloom. I just love the apple blossoms.”
I’m glad you’re enjoying the beautiful floral show. I’d enjoy it along with you if my itchy eyes weren’t dumping juice by the quart. And, why stop there? My snot locker is so full that the mucus doesn’t know which way to go. Half of it runs out of my nose and the other half down my throat. This allows me to enjoy it later, coughing it up in the form of phlegm balls. Spring is a beautiful time of year, as are all of God’s seasons, but alas, the beauty is lost on me as my senses during the months of April, May and June are clogged, dull, runny or stuffed. Just wait til summer hits, with its 98° temperatures and 98% humidity . . .yeah, I know, whine, whine, whine, whine. Well, somebody’s got to do it; so it might just as well be me.
February 5, 2018 · 10:34 AM