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Whittling Away: It’s a wonderful world in spite of the weather

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September 7, 2018 11:59 am Updated: September 7, 2018 12:08 pm

 

I don’t enjoy heat and humidity.

Heat all by itself isn’t particularly enjoyable and when humidity is added in copious amounts, I just wilt. Of course at my age, wilting is not unexpected but still is not something I look forward to.

I sit here with the air conditioner humming and a floor fan fluttering small objects as it sweeps the room with air that while still warm is at least moving.

I think of younger days when a day like this would mean a trip to the lake, baking on a towel on the beach, running into the cool water.

I could do that, Ota the Toyota, is full of gas. Telly, our trusty canine companion, loves running in and out of the water. It’s really not that far and Ota’s air conditioning would feel nice but it’s just too hot.

Last time I laid out on a towel at a beach, I was bothered by a group of do-gooders who kept pushing me into the water and yelling things like, “Swim Willy, you’re free!”

I don’t have an appropriate senior Speedo and I get a rash from sand in my suit anyway. It’s easier just to sit here in my recliner, sweat and complain.

Come to think of it, I didn’t enjoy the really cold spell we had last winter.

My fingers got really cold in spite of my gloves. Toes, ears and nose weren’t much better, I think poor circulation was part of the problem, your blood gets thinner as you age or so some of my older friends tell me.

I used to love the snow, I’d play in it by the hour. Now snow is something to be wary of, it kills a lot of people my age.

Snow shovels=heart attacks, Ice=broken hips. I understand why many seniors go south when the cold arrives. I’d join the Snow Bird movement except for the fact that the South is hot and humid and you know how I feel about that!

Spring isn’t all that great when it comes to weather either now that I think of it, all that mud and cold rains.

Fall isn’t that much better, leaves to rake, frost killing all the flowers, anxiety about the coming winter.

Weather just isn’t senior friendly and should be done away with. Maybe I should find a nice climate controlled nursing home and never have to deal with it again.

I think I’m just going to get up off of my ample posterior, stop complaining and get on with life. So it’s hot, there’s shade.

I’ll take Telly down for a dip in the river, when he comes out, he shares the cooling water by running over to me and shaking himself, fun for both of us.

The snows of winter are beautiful, nothing more beautiful than a stand of pines covered in a new snow fall. I like the crunch beneath my feet in the early morning when Telly and I go out to make snow angels. I’d miss filling the bird feeders and watching my feathered little friends chow down.

The spring is full of the rush of new life, I love seeing my gardens being reborn.

The fall is full of the wonders of nature’s pallet. The crisp crunch of the frosty air wakes up your soul.

All in all, when you stop and think about it, it’s a pretty wonderful world and like the lottery, you gotta be in it to win it. Guess I’ll stop whining and go do something.

Thought for the week — If you want the rainbow, you’ve got to put up with the rain. — Steven Wright

Until next week, may you and yours be happy and well.

Reach Dick Brooks at Whittle12124@yahoo.com.