Life is Early Spring. Resurrected Post.
Life is never unalloyed happiness. At least not in my experience. If it can be I wouldn���t mind taking it for a lengthy test drive, see how I like it. But the way I see it you never get particularly extended periods of happiness without something or other interrupting it. It���s like early Spring with stretches of blue sky and patches of rain-dumping black cloud intermingled. I���m building a metaphor here, so just hold on.
Yesterday ��� Saturday ��� was one of those beautiful Spring days. Temperatures hinting at warmer days to come. Mostly blue skies. And I woke to good news. I can���t get into details until it���s official. I���ll tell you later. The point is it was good news. The kind requires celebrating. So, I did. Good day. Suffice to say beer was involved.
But then there���s today, Easter Sunday. Cloudy, windy. Might sprinkle a bit, though I hope not before the Heir Apparent gets outside to track down and apprehend a band of fugitive ovoids. And then there���s the irritation. Not necessarily a pain, though it flirts with it. But definitely an aggravation. I���m not going to get into it. Nothing���s as boring as someone else���s maladies. But it has been nagging me for several months now, some days worse than others. Tends to make me a trifle irritable. The doctor has me on a temporary regimen of steroids, so beware ��� I may Hulk out at any moment. The thing is, it���s like the ���downs��� in the up and downs of early Spring, damping my happiness, refusing to allow me unadulterated satisfaction.
So who is pissing in my Cheerios? Life, I suppose, same as it���s piddling in all your cereal bowls. I���m hardly special in that regard. It���s early Spring is all. The sun will peek out again.
Metaphor complete.
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Published on April 16, 2017 14:10
