Aug 10
There are two things I dislike about August. First, It's my birthday month. Jeeze I hate getting old. Don't get me wrong, the warmth of the month is good therapy for worn out muscles, worn out joints and just plain worn out. But, what the heck, I should not complain, right? Wrong! The biggest trick God ever played on mankind, was putting August in there. It's there to be the infintesimal repreave before he pulls the rug out. Yes, thats what I said, PULL THE RUG OUT!
Have a little patience with me, I'm getting there.
Figured it out yet? It's winter after that and I'm not talking about a christmas card, white, soft, fluffy, winter. You know, the one they talk about in Florida, Arizona and California.
No sir, we are talking about the real thing. Winter with a capital W. The kind where you take out a loan in August to pay for six months worth of heating bills, driveway plowing and sidewalk salt. Where a complete Christmas tree contains a new snow blower or tire chains for the four wheel drive.
Where I live, Northern Wisconsin, minus five degrees is a warm front.
It gets so cold here my pet wolf wants to sleep with the cat, over the heating vent.
Well you get the picture. I have to go now, the snowmobile needs a tune-up and my ice fishing auger needs sharpening.
Catch ya later,
Majik