Lovin’ this Spring-like weather here in the Sooner State. Which brings to mind the joys of picnics, trips to the lake, elevated serotonin levels, and sunshine. Yessir. I suppose the groundhog didn’t see his shadow, so we’re rounding third base approaching Spring.
I think most people—perhaps me especially—get affected by wintertime, with cabin fever, seasonal affective disorder (cue a frowning face emoticon), or whatever you want to call it. It is the irony of our fallen state I suppose to find discomfort in the very thing we once yearned for, and then likewise keep yearning for greener pastures. For that golden valley around the next corner. That pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Such is my waxing and waning pattern following the turn of the seasons. Whereas in the purgatorial heat of August in Oklahoma I’m counting the days until Fall kicks in, by the next February or March my forward-thinking temperament starts to anticipate longer days, nature coming back to life, and more outdoor activity. Yessir.
Are you all getting ready for the coronavirus? We keep filling our pantry. And I bought some home protection from a fellow Okie Trad, coupled with an exhilarating session of target practice. When the coronavirus zombies come banging down my door, I’ll be ready to protect me and mine. Yessir.
But hopefully this thing just turns out like a nasty version of the Asian swine flu, and you know not the likes of the Spanish flu epidemic that wiped out a hundred years ago—brace yourself—over 50 million people. Be prepared, is the Boy Scout motto.
Feeling blessed at this time in life. With career, health, and family life. Deo gracias. Looking forward, onward, and upward. By God’s grace and divine plan. Shopping to buy a house in the country, making plans for the future, looking forward to Spring, when it’s warm enough to go swimming down at ol’ Blue Hole Spring in Salinas. Yessir.
Happy Saturday.