Okay, Murphy! Uncle!

I literally don’t recall a prettier day than we had yesterday…

Nary a cloud in the sky and shirtsleeve temps by noon. A day so nice I opened the windows for a few hours and aired out the cabin for the first time in months. So nice I took enough of an afternoon walkie to leave my stump raw and sore for the whole evening. So nice that I was tempted to hubris, as with yesterday’s unfortunate temptation of fate and even…

…brought my ebike out of storage to air up the tires, take a few turns around Ian’s place and check the battery. As if that could make any sense at any point in January.

So naturally…

I woke to the sound of rain on the bedroom’s metal roof, and of sepulchral laughter.

Just when the mud was mostly dry…

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4 Responses to Okay, Murphy! Uncle!

  1. Kentucky says:

    . . . and then Uncle Murphy said “Hold my beer . . .”

  2. Robert says:

    What KY said. In 24 hours, Murphy gave us a coating of ice (uck) then an inch or two of snow (oh, great) followed by a layer of ice (oh, c’mon!) then an inch or two of snow (enough!) then yet another layer of ice (Murphy, you SOB). All with just enough rain in there somewhere to cement the laminations into a solid hunk of @#$%&!. Then it got cold…

  3. terrapod says:

    And here, for all this time, I thought it was because ALGORE opened his pie hole again. It was nice for a bit when he kept it shut;

    I for one can’t wait until Michigan becomes ocean front property as the great lakes turn brackish what with the Atlantic washing up the St. Lawrence, Heck, maybe the Rio Grande will have alligators once more and be a mile or two wider.

    Then again, a Michigan winter with essentially no snow so far, is perfectly OK with me.

  4. John of the GMA says:

    Careful. My grandmother always said, “A brown winter means a full graveyard.”

To the stake with the heretic!