As a rule, man is a fool,
When it's hot, he wants it cool;
When it's cool, he wants it hot,
Always wanting what is not.
~ by that prolific writer, Anonymous
This is a poem my very wise dad often quoted to this restless, sometimes unhappy daughter during her childhood. Vee
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And now I know what I miss most about this kind of a winter. I miss the complaints about hot weather.
ReplyDeleteI love that poem. I would like to have known your father. He must have been one very special fellow.
Secondary Roads, Dad was a fun guy. He had a lot of poems memorized that fit various circumstances and occasions. We were blessed!
DeleteFor many years now, it has been my policy to refrain from complaining about hot weather, for I want to gripe when it is cold. Fair is fair. And we've plenty to gripe about this winter. (Truth: I am blessed. I have a warm home and little need to be out in the weather.)
ReplyDeleteVanilla, this has been a really bad winter for you out there in Indiana. You probably have a right to gripe. All of us who have warm homes are extremely blessed. Many people are cold and suffering.
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