Are We there yet? in Normal entries

The sunrise was brilliant this morning in pinks and oranges giving way to a gold as splendid as an Elvis jumpsuit and almost as wide. It’s 930 AM now and the sky is lit up golden, strips of pale blue striating the whips-thin clouds. It looks like the morning of the calm before the storm. It won’t be a raging storm, just a few inches of fluffy white stuff.

It’s been a cold winter here in the north, but not a very snowy one, none of those five-foot storms that last for days. I don’t know, I was elsewhere for almost four decades, just as far north but in a rain forest. A harsh winter was a few inches of ice, which is pretty bad all things considered, but didn’t happen very often at all.

Of all the Facebook rage global warming seems to have passed the news cycle. The US pulled out of the Paris accord and is disbanding the EPA and it’s a Fuck You Mother Nature kind of administration. There’s more outrage over whatever idiot thing Trump tweeted yesterday. And sure, clown bashing is fun, um, when it’s funny not desperate, but you kind of need a planet to clown bash on.

That old stupid joke is beginning to sound more like a game plan; Everybody’s talking about the weather, but no ones doing anything about it. I’m thinking we should revisit that minimum age for president thing. If we got a commander in chief who was fixing to live for a long time after the white house, he or she might have a bit more concerns about what happens next, like to the country and the world, not the political party. Plus, they wouldn’t go building libraries and shit right away with their names on it and fifty copies of their auto biography on the shelf.

Just an idea. I got a million of them. It’s a numbers game, the more you have the more likely one is to hit. I’m like a few weeks away from having nothing in my head but song lyrics. You know, I almost always cite a source for song lyrics, I don’t when it seems blatantly obvious to me. That’s when someone either takes the words literally or gently accuses me of possible plagiarism. Oh, hell no, I totally wrote Standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona and How many roads must a man walk down and We the people, in order to form a more perfect Union …

Ok kids, I’m going to go play in the weather while I still got some. Y’all behave and I’ll bring you back a nice planet from out Alpha Centuri way.