Poor Biff’s Almanac — Down the Rabbit Hole (of Weather)
Tonight after dinner I went for a walk around the neighborhood. The fact that it was pitch black outside at 7:00 in the evening was the only thing that reminded me that we are still officially in winter.
But this is Texas. When it comes to weather, north Texas is like a rabbit hole and we are all like Alice. Bewildered. Disoriented. Perhaps a little cross.
As I walked through the neighborhood, I was nearly deafened by the sound of a thousand crickets singing their mating songs to one another. Bunnies darted hither and yon as I got too close to them. Birds were singing (even though it was dark). There was just enough light to see that flowers were blooming, grass was greening, and trees and bushes were making an ungodly mess all around them as they engaged in fornicating as only trees and bushes can.
I walked along without a jacket, but just a long sleeved shirt. About halfway through the walk, I wished I’d worn a short sleeved shirt. It was probably about 78 degrees outside (26 C).
Back at home I flicked on the air conditioner because it was a little muggy in the house. It is not unusual this time of year to run the heater in the morning and the air conditioner later in the day. Or to have to wear a coat to work, but to come home with the coat off and ones’s shirt sleeves rolled up. Or to drive to work with the car heater on, but to drive home in the evening with the windows down.
We are truly down the weather rabbit hole.
Curiouser and curiouser.