All Present Indicators Point to "Bad"
It appears to me that spring has sprung, fall has fell, winter is here and it’s colder than…usual. It hardly seems fair that winter has to make us cold and miserable so soon. I certainly would not mind one bit if the temperature down here on the plains would stay around 72 degrees until January and then get nice. With all this cold weather, snow and bad roads I find myself in what I like to think of as my “go ahead and make my day” mood. On the front of our refrigerator there is a magnet with a little wooden sign attached that says mom’s mood is “GOOD” or “BAD”. depending on which side of the sign is turned toward the room. You guessed it. “Clark changed the fair weather “good” side to the bad weather “bad” side when the first snow flake fluttered from the heavens and he hasn’t had a reason to change it since.
I really don’t think I would have a terminal case of bad mood if…when snow falls, it would fall only on the grass and not the roads or if…dirt would not turn to mud when it gets wet. Living out in the country certainly has it’s drawbacks as far as winter is concerned. Especially when you live in a mud bowl like the Massey’s do. My one time pretty new car is permanently undercoated and overcoated with mud from driving on some of Weld County’s finest gravel roads. Even the paved roads have turned into mud roads. (thanks to the oil companies.)
Not only is my new car permanently covered with mud inside and out, the entry way into the house is covered with mud, the dog is covered with mud and “Clark” manages to drop his hat and mittens in the mud at least once a day.
The weatherman seems to be telling us that we had better get used to these nasty conditions, there is a possibility they are going to be around for awhile. With this in mind I have been thinking about a few things that I would like to help me get through the next four or five or maybe six months. Things like a chauffeur driven four wheel drive limousine to take me to the grocery store and pick “Clark” up at school. Or maybe a fleet of robots to clean the mud clumps off the floor and off the dog would be nice.
But since I know these things are impossible, I will have to continue to drive through the mud, clean up the house and yell at the dog and kids as in the past. And all the while you can bet I will not lose my “go ahead and make my day” attitude.
I have a feeling that it will be a great happy day at our house when “Clark” can finally walk over the refrigerator and with a big grin on his face, turn the kids favorite sign to the side that says mom’s mood is “GOOD”…Who could ask for anything more?
