Come Back When You Can’t Stay So Long

After weeks - no, months - of dim cloudy skies, the sun peeked out yesterday - two days late - and then came out full blast today while we all had to work, the ultimate slap in the face. Typical sun, coming back from wherever it was whenever it feels like it and offering zero apologies. It had the character of someone who knows that everyone is mad at him, but hopes his wonderful personality will make up for his mistakes. He hopes we’ll be happy to see him. Look, everyone, Mr. Sun is here! Instead he gets hard looks, indifferent handshakes, and everyone looks at Mr. Sun with utter hatred. Just go, will you? Just go.

For many it’s been too long to even remember what that big yellow circle up above is. People are walking around in confusion and fear, followed by strange dark shades on the ground that seem to mock them in their every step. Scientists call these “shadows” and explain that they are a part of nature, but still the masses are unnerved. These “shadows” leave us when we enter buildings, then fall behind us when we go back outdoors. Within the safety of our buildings, we fear that these shades are milling around, conspiring, plotting some revolt when we emerge again. How we long for the return of the clouds, the comfort of cold rain, the solitude of a walk without the long gray ghost trailing behind us.

Joy! The Weather Channel has announced we are due for storms tomorrow. Rain again! Blessed relief. I shall now celebrate by banging my head against the wall for a few hours.

Minus the weather I had a lovely weekend. Caught up with the family up in North Dakota, went to a graduation, saw that new George Lucas flick (too shabby, it wasn’t). Sunday was race day, most notably the 89th running of the Indianapolis 500. All but three men lost the race to a girl. Oh yeah, and that one guy who’s won an incredible four out of the five races so far this season won the race, in case the news forgot to tell you while over-sensationalizing the heck out of you know who.

NASCAR’s Coca-Cola 600 also ended in great excitement, except that I think the guy everyone was rooting for in the oh-so-close finish was the one who came up short. What a bummer. I heard the finish on PRN radio while driving home from up North, and holy moly those radio commentators know how to get you excited. They also seemed quite intelligent, and actually spoke proper English. Please, I’m begging, fire everyone at Fox and NBC and hire those guys to announce the races on TV from now on.

Anyhoo… Getting back into the regular old routine after a weekend like that is the pits. But it must be done. The bills have to be paid, the cat has to be fed. Work could have been much worse today, as a matter of fact it wasn’t bad at all. Traffic was a nightmare, though. But that comes as no surprise. Hopefully you had a nice Memorial Day as well, and are surviving the return to your normal routine. Look at it this way, it’s only a four day week, Friday will come a day sooner than usual.

Ta ta for now.