Yeah, I'm the guy who offered loud lugubrious lamentations last week for the chilly temperatures, profound unhappiness at the volume of precipitation I cleared all winter from my walkway and who also dislikes autumn leaves. Let me give you my card: Willie the Whiner. No need to feel sorry for me about the weather, I do a great job of feeling sorry for myself and I hate competition.
Yep, got the car washed one day last week and jeepers, or words to that effect but with more emphasis and having something to do with 'to tears', and look at it now. Pshaw! I almost can't see how the rain has washed the pollen out of the air, which my wife, and millions of other allergy sufferers, deeply appreciates mainly because I'm so busy listening to WII-FM, What's In It for Me, and the answer is not much. Maybe you too?
Let's shift the framework of the question, shall we? You can go with this. Or you can go with that. I can go with this or I can go with that and so on into the night. I'm unhappy my car has mud in its wheel wells. There are thousands of people a day and half drive from where I live who have watched flood waters sweep away everything they own. Even I feel awkward at the level of self-absorption around here and I NEVER feel awkward about that.
Strange how I almost always forget until someone else has to remind me. I felt bad because I had no shoes until I met someone who had no feet. sdaeh rieht edih dna nur yeht semoc niar eht fI. daed eb llew sa thgim yehT. Here's one way to take your mind off the rain we only think we're having. Feel to lend a hand to those who really are having it. Thanks.
-bill kenny
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