“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of (or commentary about) websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time. Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.” This is subject to change, however. In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while. For rants promote change, and change can be good—right? Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).
I have matured enough to where I can grin whenever hearing some bandy-legged old coot declare in no uncertain tones that the kids these days have no idea just how good they have it in comparison to the days when they had to walk uphill five miles in both directions to get to and from school. Hey, I have even participated in that sort of thing a little bit back when I would tell rookie truck-drivers that I would have to whittle my own replacement spokes when a wheel would break as I was first starting out on the open road.
Ah, but what about the actual memories I have of it not being considered officially summer until the outside temperature reached at least 100 degrees (Fahrenheit), and the official start of winter would be below zero? Some would argue the necessity for taking snow and tornadoes into account, but I would not.
The reason why I ask is because winter should officially make an entrance for the first time in a while around the cracking of the dawn. It is officially 3 above at this particular moment, and our excitable weather people are calling for the temperature to get down to 6 below zero in 5-6 hours.
I can honestly say that I do not remember the last time we recorded a below zero temperature around here, but I am fairly sure that -6 is nothing to get as excited about as our local weather people are acting, For I can remember it reaching well below zero on a fairly regular basis before 1985, which is when I moved to Amarillo, Texas and started collecting a different set of memories.
By the way, I cannot remember the last time it reached 100 during the summer around here, either. It has come close a few times, but no cigar. So, if you are looking for a fairly mild climate, and don’t mind an occasional tornado and/or ice storm, the southwestern part of Missouri just might be what you have been looking for.
Of course, this is the Ozarks. So, if you don’t like the weather, just wait five minutes and it will change.
I wish I would have kept track of how many times I have heard that about the weather frequently changing in other areas over the years. If I remember right, I heard someone say something about it around five minutes after I took my first step down Amarillo Boulevard.
Anyway, -6 is nothing to get hysterical about if one is prepared. Now, -40 is something to be concerned with, as I found out after being out in it fixing fence for around 8 hours without nearly enough clothing on many a moon ago. For it took another 8 hours sitting real close to a roaring wood stove before the feeling returned to my legs.
Okay, maybe our excitable weather people might have a point. For I am not the only blithering idiot our Heavenly Father has created.
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