Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Rhymes with Hope

Today, shortly after noon, the Vernal Equinox occurs, alternate side of the street parking rules are suspended and peace will guide the planet and love will steer the stars. Or not.

The months of some years are often little more than pages on the calendar artificially demarcating and dividing up the suck, so hopefully our recent spate of snow and more snow (alternating with ice and windy weather) will soon be a distant memory that will grow fainter right up until the moment we tell a  total stranger about what we've 'endured' and then stand back because tall tales aren't just the purview of Paul Bunyon and what's its nameOuch. 

You deserve better than that, but good luck getting it. Besides, as the daylight continues to lengthen a little bit every day even the bad puns and jokes get a bit easier to take. All the way through the dog days of summer when we complain about the heat as if the snows of February and March were on Kilimanjaro and never ever happened. 

And then someone offers to go to the store and buy us a new rope with which to hang ourselves but we complain about how the new ones always seem to be so rough and scratchy. Couldn't live like that.
-bill kenny

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