Another Winter's Day

Outside the snow has changed to rain and there is slush in abundance. If I kick the ell out of the slush, it's just hush because there is no need or purpose in complaining about it. I only mention it because earlier this week I was in the yard relocating the dog's run, trying to clean up some of the winter poop left by same dog and friends who come to his place. Now the yard is covered again in a slush. Ah but my younger daughter tells me that she is cold in the 50 degree temperature in Bermuda. I guess that life is hard all over.

I am in Summerside this morning acting as chauffer for the morning road trip because the road is so bad. Later we will drive back to Charlottetown. Meanwhile I sit in the public library and amuse myself. Unfortunately the machines here are not java enabled so I can't get to my globe crosswords or sudoku puzzles but then there is always the afternoon for this exciting activity.

Because upon rereading this entry, I find it about as interesting as the poop I was raking last week, I'll bend my brain for a few seconds and end with a poetic appreciation for the weather and the wonderful things I could be doing if it were nicer outside.

When rain turns snow to slush
I tell myself to hush
The mess as you must know
Is just another form of snow.

When earlier I saw the snow
I knew my cheeks would glow
Coming back from walking the dog
Sitting down to write my blog

The snow is great to go for a run
Not too deep to have some fun
However when it turns to slush
the words I speak would make one blush

c.bob wall 2006