Summer has really gotten on my nerves and I wish we could just rewind to Memorial Day weekend and give it another go. I’ve spared you my most-recent weather whining and instead grumbled to myself, or to other Summer 2018 malcontents, who similarly whined about their hot, humid or rainy weather woes.
I wanted to write a post on Labor Day about a longtime bucket list item of mine, doing the five-mile walk across the Mackinac Bridge, but a succession of storms on Monday had me shutting down my computer repeatedly, so I finally just gave up, unplugged and went to bed. I’ll hold that thought ‘til Labor Day 2019 if you don’t mind.
But I’ve been here … just not writing about my morning trips. Heck, I figured you didn’t want to hear about how I am lurking in the frozen food aisles, amongst the Klondike bars and the Totino’s pizza rolls. Once in a while, I’d sidle past the canned peas or creep around the Halloween candy just to keep the trek fresh and interesting.
While the grocery store has provided an outlet to escape the oppressive heat and humidity, this morning I decided to return to Council Point Park … it was only 68 degrees, and I was more than ready for a meet-and-greet with the furry darlings, and besides, I have to monitor whether the baby snapping turtles have emerged from their nest yet – according to my calculations, it should happen this week.
But a trip to the Park didn’t happen AGAIN. I was laden down with peanuts, and to err on the side of caution, carrying my big umbrella. I only made it to the end of the driveway when the rain started. I turned and stomped back into the house, foiled again by Mother Nature.
So … what do I do?
Perhaps I could write an editorial to The New York Times to air my grievances? We know the power of the press works for some people.
I doubt there is a customer service number for Mother Nature. I can’t ask Siri, but Google could certainly help me out … Google knows everything.
The all-wise-and-wonderful Google provided me 586,000,000 results … these are names of companies or products. (P.S. – Hey Mother Nature, you’d better check on these folks that they are not using your name without permission.)
Alas, Mother Nature has no toll-free number or an e-mail address, not even a “contact me” page. She wants to dodge the snide remarks or criticisms … she is a smart cookie isn’t she? But occasionally, there might be some praise, unless that goes solely to the weather folks?
So instead, I took out my aggressions on the keyboard, pounding those keys as I zipped off this post. I mustn’t press down too hard on the keys because the letters, numbers and characters are already wearing off in some places.
We’ll try again tomorrow, and in the meantime, I’ll just trot off to work … that doesn’t require waiting on the bus in inclement weather, no umbrellas turned inside out or a snow-encrusted face when I walk in the door. It won’t even be a bad hair day. Nope, these days it simply means clicking open another tab and sitting here in my bunny slippers.