Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2009

The Weather

There is an old joke here in Michigan, It’s about a man who dies and while he is weighting outside the Pearly Gates he sees two of Satin’s helpers throwing souls into Hell. Beside them is a pile of souls and every so often they throw another on the pile. When the man asks whets going on he is told that those souls are from Michigan and they are to wet and cold to burn.

It would seem that this summer that is not a joke. For the last few weeks we have either had rain or below normal temperature. They are saying we well have some sunshine soon, but it’s only going to get in the low seventies. It is playing havoc with the tourist industry, and the farmers are having a hard time of it. Its to wet to get in hay and to cool for the corn to grow, and who wants to go up north to the lake when it’s cold and raining.

Oh well its like they say we only have two seasons here winter and road repair. I guess we might as well make the best of what we have. So for now that’s my opinion and I’m sticking to it.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Cold And Wet

June and the furnace ran this morning and it is raining. I don’t know what’s going on, but it should be sunny and warm not rainy and cold.

Just saw a story on the news about tourists or the lack of them because of the lousy weather. Who wants to go up north camping or to the cottage if you are going to freeze in the process? Hiking, camping, canoeing, or lying on the beach soaking up the sun is not much fun if it’s wet and cold.

In Michigan we need tourism; but between the rising gas prices, the weather, everyone being tight for cash people just don’t seem to be coming. Lets face it we need those tourist dollars to keep the economy afloat up here in God’s country.

We need to pray for sunshine and warm weather and we need to do it now.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Things I Hate About Winter

For my blog I decided to compile a list of ten things I really hate about winter.

1)      Not being able to see where the lane is when you are driving because of the snow.

2)      People who drive with their bright lights on making it hard to see because of the glare when they are driving toward you.

3)      People who tailgate and want to drive fast in bad weather while you are trying to drive at a safe speed.

4)      Shoveling the snow out of the drive.

5)      Shoveling the snow out of the drive after the snowplow goes down the street and pushes snow into the end of your drive.

6)      The cold.

7)      The utility bills for heating your house when it’s cold.

8)      Being outside when its fifteen degrees and the wind chill is five below.

9)      Fighting the crowd at the store because everyone is there trying to stock up because a storm is coming.

10)   People who go south for the winter and call you up to tell you it’s seventy three and sunny where they are.

 

If you understand where I’m coming from, smile and remember spring will come. It has to.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Snow Shoveling

It going to happen sooner or later. I do not want it to come about. I don’t want to do it. Yet here it is, and I have no choice but do it. It’s time to get out the shovel and fire up the snow blower, head out into the cold, and clean the snow off the driveway. This as close as I get to playing in the snow these days not like it was when I was a kid.

Back then we would stay out all day sliding and playing in the white stuff till we were soaking wet and half frozen. Than mom would yell at us to come in out of the snow and warm up. She would make us take off our wet things, take a worm bath, and put on dry clothes. After that if we were lucky we would get some hot coco or a bowl of soup (tomato with a toasted cheese sandwich).

Back then the cold did not matter, but now it does. Now I would rather look out my window and enjoy the beauty of it than go out in it. Still the fact remains, the snow is in the driveway and it’s not supposed to be there. It won’t move itself, so I guess I have no choice. It’s time to shovel the snow.