It's coming.
Actually, for most of us, it's here.
You there. You there, close to, on, The Gulf, Atlantic, Pacific, Cortez, yada... pacifically dayum Sunny points - You ain't immune. The Winter of life is ahead for us all (we hope.) That ain't a forecast. It's an edict.
Yes, a brief snippet of 'real' Winter is ahead here upon us in the Midwest. Snowmageddon some are calling it.
This time of year, we, used to it, but still, as if someone set a big heaping helping of liver and onions infronta us, SNARL. Dayum snow plows abound. The antonym of Spring's Robin.
We race to the Piggly as if it's Black Friday and fitty-five inch big screens are $99.99, line up here.
Me personally. I'm taking my baseball bat. Thataway, if another old fart Joe Cocker like me heads for the last motorized cart, "Saaawiiinnng batter batter". No, I wouldn't, but I might threaten as if I'm in the on deck circle.
Aisles and aisles of mostly emptiness- most all that remains are $5.99 loaves of patooey bread, almond milk, and heaven forbid, name brand hella overpriced peanut butter.
My list has "cheapy gloves"...well sir, there ARE some welders gloves left for $39.99... and windshield washer fluid. Haha, we ran outta them on Thanksgiving. Bic lighters. Check the BBQ aisle sir, there may be onea them long ones left. Ice scrapers? HAHAHA, YOU FUNNY MAN!
So, I place all my 'necessities' on the scanner, put em in one future trash bag (I'm a tightwad, that's what I call em) and I set a new, personal plastic bag record of $72.13 in my single bag.
Victurd, might I suggest, this all ain't fun.
BINGO. Mebbe the point, to Winter. Winter in the real - I briefly curse you'ins on Sunny Beaches....and, the Winter of life.
I reckon, the main point being, if Winter hits, we are damn lucky to see it, live it.
If you, are like me.. and FB memories pop up, a smile happens, then ya read the comments, the names, the happy memories pop up of those that didn't get much past Fall. Sucks.
Bring it on snow, freezing rain. I've got welding gloves to scrape ma' damn winders. I know my bones will creak, but hell they do already anyways.
If I don't slide off the road before I get to Piggly it's hoped I run into buddies there for a Winter of life chat. (Hi Charlie! Say, do you really need that $1.69 Great Value loafa bread?)...
I jest. Usually only on Tuesdays, but sometimes spills over on other days.
Today, I am thankful to be alive. Channel 9 weather dude, ty for your work. I promise not to curse you if we only get a dusting. I might only cuss you once (or twice) if we get over 12 inches and we're stuck inside for a week.
Either way, think of all the golf balls I DIDNT hit in the woods throughout this crap.
Long live us all. And if we are lucky enough for that to happen, we might as well smile, enjoy.
Victor? Done preaching? (Remember dude, I gotta baseball bat.)
Excuse me sir, I've just got one item, mind if I checkout ahead of you?
Sorry lady, then I might miss the start of Wheel of Fortune.
Watch the Wheel. And life.
Mr. Whoverinthell you are that replaced Mr Sajak, I'd like to buy a vowel, a $1.69 loaf of Great Value bread, a pair of those cheap brown .99 cent gloves, and, a better (more appreciative) disposition.
Ah, you go ahead lady, I gotta pee. Vanna will be there forever. I hope.
Damnit darnit. I slipped, fell whilst carrying my $73+ bag in. Might as well celebrate it, make snow angels while I'm down here. Life, especially long ones, is/are, good.
Hey.... could you give me a hand up?
Love, Victurd
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