thinking of jimi hendrix or why do i listen to the weatherman?
I threw the newspaper down in disgust. The thermometer outside my kitchen window openly displayed his betrayal. I trusted that cleancut crewcut boy from New Jersey. He whispered softly to my eager ears, “sunny. clear. no chance of rain.”
It’s sunny. It’s clear. No chance of rain. And it’s friggin’ twenty degrees outside. My fingers almost freeze to the keyboard with the cold.
A collage on a kraft envelope I started a few months ago (in honor of the two-faced weatherman). Maybe it’s finished. I’ve had it stuck on my wall and have yet to add more pieces to it.
Comments
Comment from marcia
Time: January 14, 2009, 10:21 am
I know, we’re wusses down here in Texas.
Comment from Chris Kintz
Time: January 13, 2009, 9:44 pm
For the next few days, our high temps may not reach double digits, with negative numbers at night. And that’s not taking the wind chill into acount. Brrrr… I’d like to stay in bed wrapped up in blankets ’til the weekend.
CK