Hard to figure (or figger) just where we are in the Winter season. The groundhog says we have six more weeks of winter… or five if you’re keeping close score.
And this is the time we have a spike in the accidents in the woodworking shop – so my shop teacher told me. “You get careless with the draw knife or the block plane and the next thing you know you’ve got a bleeding thumb.
On the other hand or OTOH as we save characters when texting (which I don’t do by the way) if you find yourself getting sleepy driving or you have to get up to carry papers. [I did that for several years. Miserable in the winter… couldn’t ride the bike… too slick – had to walk all the way up Brandon Hill… I was GLAD to see Spring come… especially since I was one of the poorest ice skaters you would *ever* want to see sprawled out on the
When the daffodils… or Jonquils or whatever, began to show some color – so did I. Up to then I had been one of the seven dwarfs that never saw the sun. I longed for Summer. I even thought seriously about writing to President Roosevelt and telling him I thought it would be a good idea to have the Supreme Court declare January to be null-and-void (We learned that from the Nullification squbble that went on about 1830 and upwards.) If they wouldn’t do it surely all we had read about Andrew Jackson or John C.Calhoun… it wouldn’t be such a big deal to get them to declare January over… and to make up for it we were going to have an extra May or June… depending on how the people voted. I could get a sunburn under my Mom’s sunlamp…with white circles around my eyes from wearing protective glasses.
I don’t know where I thought the levers were that one pulled to get the weather to change. But I assumed someone like John L. Lewis -- the United Mine Worker’s President, of their union. Certainly he would have enough clout and swing to get a little thing like that accomplished. But I guess I never really got behind the program and pushed hard enough to get it through. There were no Nancy Pelosi’s in those days.
Ok… enough chatter about the weather… let’s get this shop cleaned up --- we don’t want no splinters amongst the choclit easter aigs… or eggs to you flatlanders. Having the different dialects…I heard that over in
Once again… it’s getting late… I started later… I’m up late. Maybe Mrs, Alecia won’t be too angry with me if I can stifle the yawns in the morning classes. I’ll try. Mom says I better try! If I could just figure out a way to get my dog to carry some of the papers.
Cordially to you all… Have a grrrrrreat day! Remember Tony the Tiger!
See you tomorrow if the crick don’t rise.
IN HIM
Jack Buttram
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Overseas there will be celebrations held in
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