The Big Yellow Ball is back, and just in time, too — I nearly hit the deck thrice on ice in the past couple of days, and I was only walking, not cycling or running.
My closest call came this morning as I was stumbling out to chisel two days’ worth of ice from Herself’s Subaru so she could motor off to work in Denver and make me some whisky money. A bit of black ice on the backyard sidewalk sent me into windmilling-spastic mode, and the only thing that kept me up was the deck railing, which was there to catch my right shoulder as I was going down. Good times.
The cats are equally amused. Turkish insists on going out the back door only to come right back in the front, and on one of his go-rounds Miss Mia Sopaipilla escaped into the frosty grass, where she slammed to a halt with a “WTF?” expression on her furry little face. She’s used to a soft, warm lawn, and it probably didn’t help that a startled Turk’ gave her a swat as she rocketed past and into the yard for an icy bit of satori.
Happily, with the sun out the frost is in full retreat and the trees are dribbling a combination of leaves and water. The weatherman is calling for a high near 50. Fat city.
Mad Blog Media 
Can’t resist: ” … sonic booms scare minority groups in Sector R, and there’s hamburger all over the highway in Mystic, Connecticut. These are the headlines; now the rumors behind the news.”
God, they were great.
Yours truly is ready to head down to the basement/shop and attach a perfectly good bicycle to a “trainer” in order to “enjoy” 40 minutes of pedaling to nowhere while staring at a small cathode-ray tube displaying images of men riding their bicycles outside in warm sunshine. This after being kept indoors Saturday and Sunday by nasty weather. WTF?
Ah, it ain’t so bad. Here on the Liberal Coast, we are patiently awaiting the remnants of some typhoon (Typhoon MacGullicuddie or some such) to drop inches of rain, maybe a little snow at the 7000’+ elevation and blow with gusts approaching legal highway speeds. No worries Middle America, when this extra-tropical storm gets done with us, we’ll send her your way and you can have some fun too.
At least Ted Baxter is predicting sunny skies with dry ground after Thursday. Whether or not parts of our fair State of Confusion are there or not by then is a different matter. Selah.
We just got back from a weekend in balmy Silver City. Just in time for an all-night thunder and light show/gullywasher that had the dogs glued to the ceiling.