Mar 18, 2004 10:45
Well, it's here....
Spring..
...in all of it's flowering, sprouting, weed-growing, pollen producing, sneeze inducing, throat-scratching glory. It's a beautiful thing to see but a drainage filled experience to live through (sung to the tune, The Sound of Music), "The hills are alive......with the sound of...mu-cous...."
So, to a fanfare of honking noses and percussive coughs, we Southern folk single-handedly drive up the stock prices of Squibb and Bayer, Johnson and Johnson, Puffs and Kleenex....The streets of New York's financial district may be clogged with snow but our clogged sinuses are freeing up bogged stock prices, even as I type (two fingers, thank you very much).
In related news, the riding mower, string trimmer and leaf blower roar to life today. By this evening I'll be covered in yard debris from the top of my graying head to the green soles of my oldest pair of tennis shoes, punctuated by a myriad of blown weed/grass/pine tree sprout bits from the knees down...an after-effect of weed-eater carnage. Chlorophyll at it's finest, I will be a walking Tide commercial...
So, my day is planned. The only glimmer of hope for a reprieve is the fact that on Fox and Friends this morning Steve Doocey said that there's a 70% chance of rain in "Dixie"....I wonder if he realizes just how many black people he pisses off when he uses that term....Oh well, this American-by-birth but Southern-by-the-grace-of-God, good-ol', smart-ass white boy (For my Northern friends, you'd have to live here to see the humor in that one-it's a conglomeration of hate-speech from all sides...) is going to trudge along, sniffling, coughing and blinking through teary eyes creating the Nirvana of evenly-cut grass/weeds/tree sprouts...at least until next week...when I have to do it all again.