Sometimes human emotions can be like the weather in Minnesota: a real rollercoaster ride. This spring began with January-like weather that would not let up. Then, as the snow persisted, Minnesotans displayed an overabundance of one of our greatest pastimes: complaining about the weather. One day my teenage daughter came home from school and exclaimed, "Even the boys are complaining about the weather!" Imagine!
The ice was not out on many northern lakes for fishing opener. To make matters worse, it snowed on my still brown lawn the morning of opener. Big, fluffy, white flakes. That was just four days ago. Today we are forecasted to reach 90 degrees. What? Isn't that more like Fourth of July weather? Who can cope with such extremes?
My biggest problem is I don't know what to wear. This morning as I left the house, I had on sandals and a T-shirt. I heard the weather report and I wasn't about to roast. At the last minute I noticed, however, the clouds accumulating in the sky so I grabbed a jacket. Now, as I sit in the coffee shop and watch the rain drizzle down, I am glad I did. It's still a bit chilly. Will we really hit 90?
I've been feeling a bit like the weather lately. All in one day I can be frigid and icy, then sunny and warm. Is it middle age? Perhaps. I think my patient husband stopped wondering long ago. Usually he smiles and waits for the clouds to pass. Other days he grabs his imaginary umbrella in case there's an oncoming shower of tears. And, while my hubby has his own set of emotions, I'm glad they aren't as extreme as a Minnesota spring.
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