Brief review of the past week or two – The season of weekends being consumed by family marriages seems to be over, at least until the next generation grow up. The dying Widdershins cat, didn’t. The visiting sister-in-law has gone home. The Widdershins Lake water level appears to have stabilised at its seasonal peak. Summer Solstice has come and gone.
Future optimism – Time and space for long writing sessions spread out in all directions. I had it all planned out … wallowing in a summery season of intense writing and writerly endeavours and summery sun …
Reality bites – And what am I doing? Shivering in front of a heater, wrapped in way too many layers of clothing!
Rhetorical Question – Why, oh Why, is my thermometer telling me it’s 13° (55°F) outside, in the middle of a summer’s day?
Unanswerable questions – Am I experiencing a temporal geographical phenomena? Has Higgs Boson decided to rearrange all things climatic? Or, are more insidious forces at work?
Concluding statement - My ghast has never been so flabbered. This is ridonkulous!
“ Don’t knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn’t start a conversation if it didn’t change once in a while” – Kin (Frank McKinney) Hubbard, – humourist and journalist.