Happy St. Patrick's day. Old St. Pat converted the Irish to Christianity and it's been a long history of glorious triumph for the Emerald Isle ever since. My grandfather's name was McManus--I can poke fun.
To the point: It is getting to be the end of March, but in perusing weather.com, I cannot help but notice that Atlanta is one of the coldest spots on the East coast. Colder than Philadelphia, NYC, Boston, even colder than Bangor Maine. It is cold.
This is stupid.
I must say it's stupid because otherwise it seems more insidious...nefarious even.
I've made it the entire winter without complaining about the weather, but New Orleans ruined it. It was so beautiful there and it was so crappy upon returning here that all my old weather resentments were stirred to life. The truth is it was a rather mild winter here. But it's been shitty lately. Now I know those of you in cold places are laughing at me, but you know what, you don't have to live there. If you live in Boston or Bangor, or some other miserable town, well, the weather is your punishment for living in such a place. This is the south. The weather is supposed to be one of our rewards for living here. And I know spring will probably be beautiful, and I don't even mind the boiling summers we endure, but right now it's shitsville pal. Shitsville.
p.s. If I ever begin to seem truly schizophrenic...please tell me.
