On April 5, a man named Daisuke Matsuzaka made his Boston Red Sox pitching debut. His performance was fabulous, thoroughly handcuffing the Kansas City hitters. Unfortunately, Matsusaka's first Fenway appearance (nearly a week later) was topped by that of Seattle's Felix Hernandez, who turned in an absolutely sparkling one-hit shutout.
But this isn't about baseball, it's about the weather. Earlier that day, I "celebrated" Dice-K Day by spending an hour and a half shoveling and running my snow blower. Seven inches of snow had fallen the previous day. Lovely. April 5th!
Last night I got home and me and StepKid#2 shoveled the driveway again. Two inches of snow/sleet/freezing rain had fallen during the day. April 12th!!
I am hereby invoking my gawd-given New Englander's right to bitch about the weather in all seasons: it's supposed to be spring... so where the hell is it? Bring on the mud. Bring on the black flies! Bring on the junk in the yard that I've got to pick up because the vanishing snow has revealed some of the winter's activities (empty bottles of motor oil, paper coffee cups, bottles of windshield washer fluid accidentally shredded by Mr. Husqvarna). Bring on the MUD! (Oh sorry... already said that).
Anyhow, this being Friday the 13th, I'm bringing in the big guns. Jimmy Buffett, full of summer mojo, is my winter weather talisman. Hey, he played Fenway Park and the Sox went on to win the World Series. He will make this junk go away. Gone will be the sleet, freezing rain, snow, L.L. Bean boots, shovels, and aching backs. On Take The Weather With You, Buffett and the Coral Reefers bring the usual mix of fun, nostalgia, partying, and warm breezes (plus, a really cool cover of "Elvis Presley Blues"). It's just the kind of thing that gives me hope... hope that I don't go insane when the next storm rolls in on Sunday.